This choice: Where was he hiding this long, thick monster? • Go Back... Thomas stared as, the moment his pants were down from his crotch, a large shape suddenly jumped from inside them. Dangling between his legs was definitely a cock, but proportional to the rest of him it was quite big. He was... hung? Reaching down to feel it, see if it was real, he gasped at the spike of pleasure that shot through him on contact. His dick twitched, hardening, and he found himself unable to resist the urge to rub it. Taking a seat, he soon had it standing at full attention, staring in awe at its sheer size.
It was hard to judge how big it was, since he wasn't even sure how tall he was, but if he had to guess it was at least a foot long, and thick to boot: it filled his entire hand as he kept stroking it, unable to stop. And his balls... below his cock were a pair of large, fat nuts, like a pair of tennis balls attached to him. He brought his hand to them, and squeezed a bit harder than he meant to. Instead of the pain he expected though, he only felt more intense pressure.
He couldn't help himself at that point, the stimulation was too good. Thomas jerked himself off with a passion, shocked at how long he was going as images of every perverted fantasy he had flashed through his mind. After what felt like a solid ten minutes of hard stroking, he finally came, accidentally blowing his load all over himself. Thick ropes of cum splattered against his chest and face, his mind reeling from pleasure as it just kept going and going for what must have been a full minute. Finally, it subsided, leaving him with a mess to clean up. He absentmindedly licked up a bit of his cum, and was shocked to find it sweet and delicious instead of the salty flavor he was expecting.
"What the fuck is this place?" he couldn't help but ask out loud, shocked by the sudden lewdness in this cutesy world.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the window. Someone was there, watching him. How long had they been there? Upon turning to look, they fled, though he got enough of them to recognize who it was... His voyeur was...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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