Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 18:21:03 +0100
From: Johnny Manipulator <johnnymanipulator@gmx.com>
Subject: The Wrong Text 2

The Wrong Text, Part 2
By Johnny Manipulator.
johnnymanipulator@gmx.com

Sam decided to forget all about his long text conversation with
Danny. After all, it wasn't going to come to anything.

Midweek, while he was having a lunchtime beer with his workmates, he felt
his phone go. He pulled it out and unlocked it. And there was a text,
featuring a picture of something he recognised. Through the fly in smart
suit trousers, below a white shirt and the point of a tie, a massive
semi-hard fat pink cock drooped. It looked hugely thick and
substantial. Sam gulped. His three workmates Nick, Amir and Ollie were all
having a laugh in the sun, and Sam angled his phone away so they couldn't
see it. It was an image he'd been thinking about all week, the big cock of
his thirtysomething friend which he had kept seeing as Danny had
accidentally sexted him with pics of it, muddling Sam up on his phone with
his girlfriend Samantha. Below the picture was a now familiar sight, a long
text Danny had intended for Samantha:

`I can't wait for you to get your lips round this, Sam. It's too fat for me
to wank, only a slow, slow, gentle suck can do the trick. You on your knees
between my thighs all weekend will be a start, learning how to keep it hard
and leaking into your throat.' Sam scrolled back up to the pic. Danny's
dick was like an old friend now, he almost felt pleased to see it.

Cheeky Ollie, the youngest of the group at 18, was keen to see what was so
transfixing his big muscular workmate Sam. He leant back on his chair as he
took a swig of his beer and looked over Sam's shoulder. He couldn't believe
it. There, filling the large screen of his workmate's phone was the picture
of a massive fat erect dick.

`What the fuck?!' cried Ollie as he snatched the phone from Sam. `You
sexting your cock about, mate?'

`Give that back!' said Sam, easily overpowering the slight figure of
Ollie. But Ollie had already thrown it to Amir, who almost choked on his
lager.

`Oh my days,' said the sharp-suited wide boy Amir. `Who you sending THAT
to, matey?'

`No one, give it here...' Sam was still stuck unable to get past a madly
giggling Ollie. Nick, burly sensible Nick, twice Sam's age, caught sight of
it too.

`Fuck me,' he said. `There's a python.'

`Come on guys,' said Sam. `Give it here!'

`Hang on...' said Nick. `He's not sending it. He's received it!' There was
a pause, and then a massive explosion of amazed laughter.

`No way, man! Who's been sending you pictures of their dick?' Amir was
beside himself.

`No-one, look, give it back...' Sam was now desperate, and had almost
flattened Ollie in his scramble to get the phone back. But sensible Nick
had taken it out of reach again, and had scrolled down.

`I can't wait for you to get your lips round this, Sam,' read Nick. There
was a sharp intake of breath from everyone.

`No, no, no...' said Sam.

`It's too fat for me to wank,' he continued, an increasing note of
incredulity in his voice. The other two guys were crying with laughter
now. `Only a slow, slow, gentle suck can do the trick. You on your knees
between my thighs all weekend will be a start, learning how to keep it hard
and leaking into your throat.'



The three workmates looked at Sam: handsome, 19 year old, muscular Sam. Sam
with the string of girlfriends. Sam who had never been in the slightest bit
gay ever. You know, Sam. And then here was this message. About Sam sucking
this ginormous member. Getting on his knees all weekend and having that –
THING – rammed down his throat. They'd all seen the picture. It was
huge. What the fuck was going on? The three men suddenly realised this was
beyond a joke and sheepishly returned the phone to a bright red Sam.

`Look mate, if that's what you get up to at the weekends, that's fine by
us,' said Nick. Amir and Ollie nodded. Ollie tried very hard not to laugh
again.

`It's nothing like that!' said Sam. `It's my mate Danny. His girl is called
Samantha. But every so often he'll text me by mistake.'

`Oh yeah, obviously,' said Amir. `That's what we all thought.'

`No, really guys! It's true. Look, here's a picture of them!' He showed
them a few pics from a recent barbecue. They showed a trim, handsome man of
almost 40, well dressed and smiling, with a tall sexy blonde woman. `Danny
and Sam.'

`She's well fit,' said Amir. He was always a hit with the ladies, with his
charm and dark, stubbly good looks.

`Yeah, she could do me when she's finished,' said Ollie.

`They look like a nice couple,' said Nick, possibly meaning her breasts,
none of them quite knew.



Sam was relieved that everyone had calmed down now he'd explained the
situation.

`He does it all the time,' said Sam. `Drives me nuts.' Not that it did any
more. He quite looked forward to them. Danny's cock was quite nice to look
at, being so generously proportioned and all. And the texts were horny, if
you imagined you were Samantha. Danny certainly had stamina, he'd send them
at all hours. And he never seemed to mind if Sam replied. In fact, they had
had a few extensive text conversations after Sam had received one. Sam in
some ways looked up to Danny, a man almost his dad's age, but still out
there, clearly having a lot of sex and loving it. He had to admit, the
confidence that Danny exuded was matched perfectly by his cock. In fact,
being so well hung probably helped, thought Sam. They did end up talking a
lot about Danny's manhood. That was okay, thought Sam, it was what the
texts were all based on, so why not? And it looked to be a huge burden for
the older guy. If it made him feel better letting off some steam about it
with another guy then, hey, Sam was flattered it was him.



`Fuck though mate, he is one hung geezer,' said Amir.

`Yeah,' said Sam. `It's pretty enormous.' As he said that his phone
vibrated again. Another pic. That massive cock, this time from below,
Danny's winking face in the background. Sam flashed it round the
group. This time Ollie took the phone in a more consensual way, and gawped
at it.

`And this is the bloke?' he said.

`Yeah. Nice guy, actually.'

`Yeah. Nice guy.' Ollie stared at the pic for a while, then scrolled
down. `Shit, there's another message for his girl!'

`Read it out then!' said Amir. Sam nodded his consent.

`Look Sam, here is the cock that is going to be stretching your lips. I
hope you can open wide enough. Otherwise I'll have to make you.' Ollie
looked up, alarmed. `Once it's oozing down your throat then I can sit back
and let you take care of it.'

`Wow,' said Amir. `That's horny.'

`Yeah,' said Sam. `I'm glad you all saw it, really.'

`Me too,' said Amir. `It's given me lots to think about.'

`Yeah, me too,' said Ollie. `I love being sucked.'

`Yeah?' said Sam.

`Totally. It's the best.'

`I've always been more of a leg man,' said Amir. `Well, a booty-lover!'

`A batty man?' smirked Ollie.

`No you plum, not a batty man, just a lover of the female arse.'

`Yeah, me too,' chipped in Nick, to everyone's surprise.

`An arse man too, eh?' said Amir. `That's cool.' Meanwhile Ollie was
scrolling up to the pic again.

`Imagine being made to take that,' he said, showing it to the group again.

`It's a python,' said Nick again. `Some of us have them!'

`Fuck off!' said Ollie. But they all looked at Nick differently after that.



Friday evening after work Sam met Danny in a pub near Danny's house.

`Remember, this is to say sorry for all those texts,' said Danny, as he
bought the younger man a beer.

`It's fine, really,' said Sam. `My workmates saw the last couple.'

`Really?' said Danny. `How did they react?'

`Well, at first they thought it was hilarious. But then I explained, and
they read the texts properly and looked at the pictures and then they all
got it.'

`Great!' said Danny. `I don't mind having an audience for my cock. In fact,
I kinda like it.'

`One of them, Ollie, it just reminded him how much he likes to get
blown. But the other two said they were more arse men.'

`Well, there's a place for that,' said Danny, `though I've always been a
bit too lazy for fucking. Being blown, that's where it's at, so I can sit
back and they can do all of the work, sucking on my big fat cock, you
know?'

`Isn't that a bit selfish?' asked Sam.

`Not really,' said Danny. `They love sucking my cock. That's the great
thing about having such a big one. You don't mind talking about it, do you?
I feel like I can share it with you.'

`Sure. No problem.'

`I knew you'd understand. I find it such a burden being so well hung, you
know. I feel the weight of it all the time. The only time I get any rest or
relief is if someone takes it between their lips. That's why I need such
long sessions. It's not really sex. It's more like therapy for me, you
know?'

`Yes! Well, no, not really. But I understand you. It must be really hard
for you.'

`It is. Very hard. I knew you'd understand Sam. I can't wait to show you
the Jacuzzi. It's my way of saying thanks.'



The beer was a swift one, and before Sam had even finished his pint the
older man Danny was dragging him away to his house. Sam had never been
there, but knew it was probably pretty nice because Danny was a) pretty
sorted, b) clearly minted and c) was old enough to know what he was
doing. Sam wasn't wrong. Danny's place was immaculately decorated, pretty
minimal, but the stuff he did have was very cool. Immediately as he got in
the house Danny started to shed his clothes. Jacket, tie, shirt, shoes. Sam
kicked his trainers off and followed Sam deeper into the house. Danny
dropped his smart trousers and bounded up the stairs in his tight briefs,
socks and shirt. Sam followed him up. Danny vanished into the bathroom and
Sam heard water running. When Danny emerged seconds later he was just
dressed in his tiny tight briefs.

`Check it out!' urged Danny. Sam assumed he meant the Jacuzzi, rather than
his briefs, and so looked into the bathroom. A large circular bath was
filling up with bubbling water.

`Wow. It's cool, mate!'

`Yeah, it is, right?' Danny was back, squeezing past Sam into the bathroom
and jumping up into the edge of the Jacuzzi. He sat down, just his feet in
the water. Sam spotted that Danny had changed into the tiniest pair of
speedos he'd ever seen. They were black and shiny and barely had sides to
them so small was the fabric curving up from the crotch. They seemed absurd
because the bulge in the front of them was so huge. How were they going to
stay up, he wondered? It was an incredible bit of engineering.



`Get your kit off!' urged Danny. `The water's lovely!' The Jacuzzi was
filling up fast. Sam gulped and started pulling off his shirt and down his
jeans. He grabbed his bag and pulled out a pair of baggy
swimmers. Perfect. Bit bigger than Danny's, but they'd do the trick! He
decided to pull down his boxers in the room, back to Danny, and yank up his
swim shorts. He turned back, grinning like a kid.

`This is really good of you!' he said.

`No worries mate! Now hop in.' Danny indicated the centre of the Jacuzzi,
which looked deep and was already bubbling. Sam gingerly climbed in, trying
not to slip over, and lowered himself into the water. He kept lowering
himself till his shoulders were level with the top of the bubbling
water. Only then did he notice that Danny was still sat on the ledge at the
side, and only his calves and feet were in the water. His face was level
with Danny's crotch, and he noticed again how funny those trunks were. They
were tiny! No wonder Danny had all sorts of trouble coping with his big
dick, thought Sam. Those trunks could barely support such a heavy cargo.



`You not coming in?' asked Sam.

`There's not really room for two,' said Danny. `I'm just here to say
thanks.'

`There's no need, mate!'

`No, really, I appreciate it so much. There's not many blokes I know who
would be so relaxed about receiving all those pictures of my penis.'

`Well, I'm secure in my manliness, mate!' laughed Sam.

`Yes!' said Danny. `I appreciate that. Those texts could have freaked you
out.'

`No way.'

`Definitely. There's not many blokes who would read those texts with me
talking about how big and hard my dick was getting, and how it needed
sucking and licking all weekend long.'

`Well, I guess...'

`But what I like is you were so cool about it. A proper cool guy. I
appreciate it.'

`Well, at first it did seem a bit like oversharing...' said Sam.

`Really? In what way?'

`Well, you know. The pictures of your dick.' Sam glanced down at the long
soft fat tube barely contained in Danny's tight trunks. `And then your
messages, talking about how you needed, you know. To be sucked and that.'

`It must have made you look at me a bit differently,' said Danny.

`Yes, it did. I've never really thought about another guy's cock before.'
Again a glance down at it. Big, weighty, snugly held. `And I was surprised
by what you were saying.'

`That I needed my big cock sucked?'

`Yes. No. Not that. It was more the way you wanted it.'

`Oh. How was that a surprise?'

`Well, I dunno. You always seemed quiet and that. I never thought of
you...'

`Getting my cock sucked?'

`Being so in need of it.' Another glance. Had it grown a little? Sam was
sure it seemed a little less limp. Danny closed his thighs a little, and
Sam lost his view.

`I guess it's my little secret,' said Danny. `Well, it was, until you got
the texts by mistake.'

`That must have been so embarrassing,' said Sam. `When you realised it was
me reading them, not Samantha.'

`Oh it was,' said Danny. `Knowing you'd seen the size of my erection, and
knew how much I needed it sucking.'



Sam very slowly, casually moved in the centre of the Jacuzzi so he could
see between Danny's thighs again. It was definitely bigger, the cock, no
doubt about it. And those micro trunks that Danny was wearing weren't going
to be hiding it for long, if those pictures were anything to go by.

`You handled it well,' said Danny. `I could have been embarrassed, but
instead it felt like a burden I could share with you. You seemed so
understanding.'

`Well, it was a vulnerable spot to be in,' said Sam. `I could see you
needed help.'

`I did. The trouble with having such a big one is it dominates how I think,
how other people react to me. With you I felt like I could be honest, share
the burden.' Danny had brought his phone to the Jacuzzi, and was idly
fiddling with it while he spoke. This made Sam a little less self conscious
about staring at the older man's penis. It had thickened considerably
towards Danny's right thigh, and the tight black fabric was beginning to
struggle with the bulge. The big fat head was surely going to peep out
either at the waistband or by the leg hole. The strip of fabric, it was
clear, was not as wide as the thickness of Danny's cock as it neared a
semi-erect state. Very soon the thick pink flesh would begin to edge into
view. Why on earth had Danny worn such tiny trunks when he knew he was so
well hung, thought Sam. They were exactly the sort of clothing that would
reveal his manhood rather than hide it.



The quiet was broken by a buzzing sound. It was Sam's phone, in his jeans
pocket. The muscular young man reached over and fished it from the
pocket. There was a text. A picture message. It was instantly
recognisable. A massive tube of pale pink flesh. Veins, fat head, huge
balls. It was Danny's, the same cock that was even now thickening and
inching out of Danny's tiny swimwear. But this photo must have been taken,
well, hang on. Sam looked at it. The cock was poking out above a tiny black
speedo. It was the same trunks Danny was wearing now. When had the picture
been taken? After a decent while scrutinising the picture he scrolled
down. There was text.

`I really need you to step up and suck my cock,' it read. Sam glanced past
the phone and at the burgeoning erection a couple of feet away, between
Danny's thighs. `You big fat lips need to stretch round my cock and let me
ooze into you, filling you up. Suck my cock, Sam.'



Sam smiled to himself. This was hilarious. Even now while he was here Danny
was making the mistake of sending his sexts to him instead of his girl. He
looked up at Danny's face – proud, serious, intelligent. He couldn't
bring himself to tell the guy. God knows he was burdened enough with this
monster dick without the constant reminder that his phone was mis-directing
all his sexy texts.

`You okay?' asked Danny.

`Oh yeah.' Sam grinned up at the older man. `It was just... a mate from
work.'

`Oh, right.' Danny didn't suspect anything. Sam was pleased. `One of the
arse guys, or the one who likes to be sucked?' Sam laughed.

`Well remembered! It was, er, the one who liked to be sucked.'

`Nice. Man after my own heart.'

`Yes. There's lots of similarities,' said Sam. Again he was staring at the
big hardening tube barely held by Danny's tiny trunks.

`What did he have to say?'

`Oh. It was, er, about his...' Sam trailed off, as once again Danny
slightly swivelled so that his leg was suddenly blocking the view to his
cock. Without meaning to, Sam slid slightly to his left and the cock edged
into view again. `His big dick,' he mumbled, not really thinking.

`His big dick?' asked Danny. Sam blushed. Why had he said that? Still, he
had to continue with the lie now.

`Yeah. He, er, texts me about it.'

`Really? What sort of thing?'

`Oh, erm. You know. Size. Um.'

`He texts you about the size of his big dick?'

`Er. Yes. Yes he does.'

`Anything else?'

`His underwear,' said Sam. `He says it's too small.'

`Too small because he has a big dick?'

`Yes.'

`And what do you say?'

`I say... It's fine. It's good. It looks good.'

`How do you know?'

`Oh yes. He, er, shows me.'

`How?'

`At work,' said Sam, wishing he'd never started on such a rubbish lie.

`He shows you his big dick in his small briefs at work?'

`Yes.'

`And he texts you about it too?'

`Yes. He sends pictures.'

`Of his cock?'

`Yes.'

`He sounds like a bit of a nut,' said Danny.

`Yes!' said Sam.

`And what do you say?'

`I just tell him the truth.'

`That he has a big dick in tiny pants?'

`Yeah.'

`And this is the guy who likes to have his cock sucked?'

`That's right.'

`Why do you think he likes getting you to talk about his big cock, Sam?'

`I don't know,' said Sam. `Maybe he needs to share it.'



Just at that second Sam's phone buzzed again. He reached for it and opened
the message. It was a photo, looking down Danny's body to his cock, hard
and trapped in tight black speedos. Beyond that there was water,
bubbling. A Jacuzzi. Fuck, this picture was taken seconds ago! He glanced
up and Danny had his phone in his hand, idly playing with it still. Below
the picture was a message.

`My big cock is trapped in these tiny trunks, Sam. I really need your help
to release it. Please Sam. Help my big cock.'



Sam glanced up at Danny's face, but it was obscured by the phone. Fuck,
these messages were getting more embarrassing for Danny, thought Sam. Not
only did he think he was texting Samantha, but his cock was apparently
trapped in those small trunks. Sam stared at the bulge between Danny's
thighs: it looked so big and fat and hard now, and the thick white flesh
was visible above and below the thin black waistband of his speedos. The
shiny black fabric looked stretched to its limit. That big dick would
undoubtedly feel uncomfortable being held in something so small and
tight. No wonder Danny was desperate for release. His phone buzzed
again. He looked down. It was a close-up this time, zoomed in on the fat
round pink head of Danny's cock, almost totally exposed, with a thin band
of the speedo holding it in place. The message below was no less revealing
thought Sam.

`Oh fuck, Sam. Look how my poor fat cock is trapped and bound by these
trunks. The head is aching for release. Just a helping hand to ease the
strap from my cock and let it free. One fingertip could do it, could rescue
my big fat dick. Please Sam. I'm begging you.'



Again Sam stared at the fat penis before him, so cruelly entrapped by those
tiny trunks. Fuck, Danny had a real problem here. He really needed
help. Look how big it is, thought Sam, staring at the thick tube of flesh,
and the fat bud now almost entirely exposed by the trunks. Sam inched
forward to get a better look. It must be so tight in there, so
uncomfortable for Danny's mighty dick. Now he was closer he could
appreciate how big it really was. No wonder he needed help with it, thought
Sam. It was too big for one man to cope with. It needed heavy lifting. It
needed release. He inched forward again, just to see the problem more
clearly. His head was now between in the orbit between Danny's spread
knees. The muscular teenager was level with the older man's waist, his eyes
level with Danny's cock.



`Your mate sounds like he's been texting you a lot,' said Danny. Sam had to
think who he meant for a second. And then he remembered his white lie.

`Oh yes. He's having some trouble...'

`With his cock?'

`Yes. His cock.'

`What's the problem?'

`He says it's...' Sam gulped. `He says it's trapped.'

`How is it trapped, Sam?'

`He says his underwear is too tight,' said Sam.

`And that has trapped his big cock?'

`Yes.'

`I see. It sounds like a big problem. Poor guy.'

`Yeah.'

`And can you help him?'

`Er. Not, not really. I'm here, aren't I?'

`Of course. But if he was here, could you help him?'

`For sure,' said Sam.

`How would you help him, Sam?' Sam's throat was dry. He sat in the bubbling
water between the thighs of this man twice his age, staring at his
straining cock held by the slimmest of fabric straps.

`I'd get it out for him.'

`Out of what, Sam?'

`His underwear. I'd help untangle it and free it for him.'

`That's such a good idea, Sam. You're such a good friend.'

`Yeah. Yeah, I am...'

`I wish I had such a good mate.'

`Well, I'm sure you do...'

`But as you say, they're not here now, eh?'

`Yeah...' Sam gulped again. His phone buzzed.



There was a picture, but it was different this time. This was Danny's cock
released. Huge. Fat. So proud and happy-looking. Not trapped and
sad. Underneath it said simply. `Just a finger could help release it.' He
looked back at the trunks, and suddenly it all seemed ridiculous. Here he
was, and here was Danny, trapped and uncomfortable, in need of help. Just
one finger would make all the difference. He glanced up. Danny had his eyes
closed, as if he was concentrating on getting through the discomfort. Sam
edged nearer again. He reached out. His hand hovered before the long,
thick, straining bulge. Just one finger would do it, he thought. Just one
finger. He extended a single finger. It slowly curled round the waistband
of the trunks where Danny's cock had pulled it away from his body. With
great gentleness he slowly, slowly pulled the fabric downwards. At first
nothing happened. And then he could feel the pull of that cock, straining
against the fabric, pulling it taut. For a moment it looked as if it was
stuck like that, and the trunks would not let go. But then with one more
gentle tug the whole thing changed in an instant. That massive,
magnificent, caged and trapped cock suddenly bounded free, swinging up and
smacking Danny's belly, before coming down in a heavy bounce to whip past
Sam's face less than an inch away. He watched as it bounced and throbbed,
before settling there, like an arrow pointing at his mouth. Sam gulped. He
had seen so many pictures but had never imagined it would be quite so
impressive in the flesh. He could even smell it, a warm, manly smell
filling the air. I've done it, thought Sam, triumphantly. I've helped Danny
release his big trapped cock.



`I'm sorry about that,' said Danny. `I don't know how it came free like
that.' Sam smiled. Danny didn't even know he had helped release it. He
wondered if he should say anything, but then decided he wouldn't. It might
embarrass Danny.

`It's okay,' said Sam, Danny's impressive cock throbbing right before his
lips as he spoke.

`The thing about having such a big dick is that sometimes it's like it has
a mind of its own,' said Danny.

`Yeah?' said Sam. `It does look big enough to!'

`Yeah! Imagine having to walk round with that in your pants all day, mate!
It's fucking exhausting.' Danny laughed, and his whopping dick bounced
around in front of Sam's face.

`I bet! It looks heavy!'

`I knew you'd get it. I knew you'd understand,' said Danny.

`Well, I've got one too,' said Sam.

`Of course, mate! But not like this eh?' Danny and Sam both stared at
Danny's huge cock for a while.

`No,' said the big muscular teenager. `It's not like yours.'

`Even if it's a big one, it'd still be small next to mine, eh?'

`Yeah. It would.'

`I get a lot of guys looking at it at the gym and telling me how small it
makes their cock feel.'

`Yeah?'

`Yeah. It makes it feel even bigger when they do that.'

`I bet.'

`It loves to hear how small other guys are compared to it. Try it!'

`What?'

`Just tell my cock how much smaller yours is.'

`Er...' Sam was a bit put out. He had a pretty decent cock, as it
happened. All his girls loved it. Okay, so it wasn't freaky Danny-sized,
but it was still okay.

`Come on. My cock needs it.'

`Oh, okay then...' sighed Sam. `It's much bigger than mine.'

`Don't tell me, tell my cock,' said Danny.

`Oh, right.' Sam stared at the throbbing fat head, just centimetres from
his lips. `You're much bigger than my cock.' And it was amazing. He
actually saw the big fat cock jump in excitement. He laughed. Danny did
too. It bounced around again.

`That's the way, Sam!'

`Wow. Er, yeah. I wish my cock was big as you.' Again Danny's massive dick
bounced right before his face. Danny saw Sam's eyes move up and down as the
fat pink head bounced before his face.

`Yeah! More of that. Tell him how small yours is.' The big muscular teen
blushed a little, from embarrassment and annoyance. He didn't have a small
cock, it was a relatively decent sized one. But as he stared at that huge
fat throbber in front of his eyes he knew that this was something important
he needed to do.

`Yeah, my dick is really small,' said Sam, slowly. Danny's smile was so
broad he looked like he was on ecstasy. His member grew a little, as if
reaching out to Sam. `You're a huge fat cock. I have never seen such a big
one. I feel so small next to you. It makes me feel inadequate looking at
you.' Again it grew a little. As Sam spoke the older man's penis was
inching towards his full teenage lips. `I have been thinking about you all
week. I keep looking at the pictures. You are so massive, so heavy, so fat,
so long. You are everything a cock should be. But you are so much better
than my cock. Mine is so small. It's tiny. You are bigger than I am, bigger
than all of me.' Sam was so in a trance talking to Danny's cock that he
almost didn't notice that the head was now right at his mouth. There was a
pearl of precum forming on the tip of Danny's immense penis. It oozed out
there, right by Sam's soft lips. He heard the sound of a camera clicking,
glanced up and grinning Danny was taking photos with his phone, of the
cock, and Sam, right before it, talking to it.

`There's a big problem now, Sam.'

`Yes?' asked the young man.

`Yes. You see that on the tip of my big fat cock?' Sam looked down
again. The droplet was bigger, heavier, fuller. Another camera snap.

`I can see it,' said Sam, his lips almost disturbing it as he spoke.

`It mustn't go in the water. I'd have to change the water.'

`Right.' The cock was right there, throbbing.

`I wish you could help me, Sam. I need your brains on this.'

`Right, so it this... ooze. It mustn't go in the water, right?'

`Right.'

`Hmmm.' As he looked at it the droplet grew bigger an heavier, and began to
slowly, slowly ooze downwards.

`Oh god. Sam. Help me.' Danny sounded really worried, thought Sam. This
must be serious. How to stop it from oozing into the water?

`I'm thinking!' said Sam. The droplet was being joined by an even bigger
one that was forming in its place. The first one was now hanging on the
underside of the fat round pink head of Danny's massive cock. Sam
gulped. He was running out of time.

`Apply yourself to my problem,' said Danny. And then the droplet began a
slow fall, hanging beneath the head and then beginning to drop with almost
unnoticeable speed from his cock. `Quick!' Sam panicked. And he wasn't sure
why, but he leant forward and extended his tongue. The ooze fell onto his
tongue and pooled there. He realised he couldn't stop as more was
coming. So instead after a pause Sam lifted his head and his tongue rose to
the underside of Danny's massive dick. It hovered beneath it for a few
seconds, gathering the warm slime oozing from the older man's penis. And
then he knew how to do it. His tongue every so slightly rose again, and
made the gentlest contact with the underside of Danny's penis. And then he
slowly, so slowly, moved it millimetre by millimetre, to the source of the
ooze, and licked every last trace of it from the cock head. The flurry of
phone snapping was accompanied by a huge moan of relief from Danny.



`Thank you, Sam,' he whispered.

`No problem.' Sam was pleased with himself, for thinking on his feet and
helping Danny out. Danny must think I'm so clever, he thought. And then he
swallowed the thick ooze. But even as it was slipping into his throat, Sam
saw that another droplet was forming on the tip of Danny's gigantic cock.

`Oh no,' said Danny. `There's more of it.'

`Don't worry,' said Sam. `I know how to deal with this.' And as he stuck
out his tongue the fat cock seemed to grow and throb even more.



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Authors section on Nifty:



Peter's Clueless Seduction

The Training Course

Porno Ghost Story

The Arse Whisperer

Idiot Brother



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