“Fuck,” he crooned, clearly lost in a senseless wave of lust and pure fratboy hormones. He continued tugging at his prominent, clear-as-day boner that loomed directly above the pathetic specks underneath.
A perpetual, dark shadow eclipsed the millions of micro lives cowering beneath the mass of musky, unwashed 20 year-old fratboy dick, like a fuckin’ asteroid that just didn’t seemed to come down to earth. He let go of his dick — smashing two careless palms into the parts of the city beside him — entertaining this little thought. That, and he was soooo fucking turned on, he was gonna blow prematurely. Couldn’t have that.
He watched as his little meteor analogy came into play. All seven and a half inches (and thick as hell) cock hanging there in the air. Occupying the skyline of these pathetic bugs. Throbbing up and down, in and out of orbit.
Man, if the thought didn’t cause his dick to dangerously throb ever so painfully harder…
Unfortunately for the dust-sized specks beneath, it did. A thick, gloopy deluge of clear liquid dribbled right out from the head of his dick, covering his glans, before dropping onto the city below with a disgustingly lewd “plop~”
This earned an incredibly obnoxious little chuckle from the giant, who was clearly a thousand realities too large to comprehend the severity of such a minute little action. The thickly drop of pre-cum fell with such force and in such a thick viscosity, it pretty much DID serve as a meteor crashing down upon the earth. It crushed a good 20 city blocks flat, and sent visceral shockwaves across the rest of the city, sending surrounding buildings down, road and tarmac ripping clean from the ground in shock. All the while the sound of a cocky, horny frat boy who clearly had WAY too many beers to do a fifth grade math equation boomed above.
“Hahaaa, fuuuck, you guys are SO goddamn useless, haha!” he snickered, the thin line of charming white teeth slipping through that sinister grin. “Can you guys just fuckin’, I dunno. Do something?”
His right hand moved back to his aching, hungry cock, pushing his foreskin back and forth in such deliciously intoxicating fervor. “Get me off,” he commanded, suddenly losing that giddy enthusiasm beforehand.
The giant boy’s demeanor had shifted. He regarded the dustmite city below him with a scowl, as his fingers suddenly pressed down onto the base of his looming cock, and —
SMAAAAAAAAASHHHHH~
In an instant, the dozen-mile huge cock crushed the middle part of the city CLEAN, wiping out a good 50,000 micros in the process. If the horny giant cared, he didn’t show it. He seemed dead-set on having his dick be serviced by a bunch of microscopic mites who had no other use than to worship him at his most basest aspect.
Sweeping up a good chunk of the city on his left, he brought his left hand and dumped the crumbling mixture onto the top of his cock; a twisted version of lube. “FUCK yeah, that feels so good,” he grinned, enjoying the gritty, shifting material across his sensitive, exposed flesh. His cock throbbed even harder, and he knew he was close.
“Fuck, fuck… fuck… I’m gonna jerk off,” he groaned, hoarsely, as if giving the one-and-a-half million people suddenly occupying his cock warning. Well, it wasn’t soon enough, because in an instant, his hands crushed a good five hundred thousand in one greedy, hefty grip of his cock, and proceeded to demolish the rest in sinfully addictive tendrils of pleasure as he gripped a handful of dick and pulled it up towards his head, wiping out the rest in one, horrifically lewd motion.
His hands made a schwelp sound as it reached his head, making contact with the profuse amount of pre he had made. Between the 6 beers and overstimulating pleasure that only a tiny city could bring a sexually-charged beast (read: a college fratboy), the giant gave up all pretense of foreplay or teasing.
Quickly, the sound of pure, masculine groaning and slapping of meat-against-fist overtook the living room. His balls consistently battered into the surrounding area around them with every tug, crushing a couple dozen more city blocks each time. His other hand palmed at the city selfishly, grabbing it and slipping the hand under his off-coloured white tshirt.
He grinded the material against his pecs, feeling the little crumbling sensation of office buildings and urban architecture against his sensitive nipple, squeezing the entirety of his palms with enough force to wipe out twelve micro cities at a time.
He continued squeezing and palming these cities into his flesh, and pressing the tip of his rapidly pre-cum pooling dick into the city below him for added pleasure. Added sensation.
“Soooo… tiny… hhnn… fuckin’ buuugssss…” he whined, so close to white. So close to crushing these pathetic pests to insignificance like the absolute sub-human filth they were.
He greedily, instinctively pressed his meaty cock FLAT against the city below, before swiping the tan, skin-covered meat left and right across the pure city surface — bulldozing entire swaths of urban infrastructure (and hundreds of thousands of lives) with his large, girthy cock.
“Ah, fuck… fuck, fuck… FUCK!”
And just like that, thick jets of pure alpha-male milk jutted out of his huge dick, ramming through the entire lengths of the city in speeds that no bullet train at that tiny size could EVER hope to fucking beat~
More ropes of thick white cum slammed down, and down. Three, four, five. Hefty globules spilling in long, thick strings across the doomed cityscape below, killing any last remaining survivors.
“So.. fucking… good…” he breathed, pathetically, his hand still slowly tugging at his cock twitching fervently for more attention — the dumb organ still not completely satisfied despite howeverthefuck that whole ordeal was.
His senses slowly cleared from the otherwise bright white land of bliss he had ascended to. His vision slowly cleared from the glazed-over state they were in, as he surveyed the impact of pure fratboy masturbation.
Most of the city’s surface was nothing but a flattened, dark grey film of dust. What hadn’t been in that state was currently flooded with a pool of cum that could probably fill a dozen tablespoons.
Still, there was a small patch of city right at the edge, right by his feet, which had remained largely untouched. If he had to guess, it was probably only the size of his palm. Maybe smaller. (Probably only possessing two hundred thousand survivors.)
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