Hanging Matt in the Dormitory Chapter 5
Matt slouched back and shut his eyes. As I gazed at his arms, they moved side to side as if he was rowing. His arms were tan and toned, the muscle fibers betraying their strength.
I took note of his hands, how long and thick they seemed, the well-defined fingers, so deft and precise—much like that of a potter or a violinist during their performance. It didn't seem like stroking such a massive cock would demand so much skill, but it was evident he was a master at it.
Matt began conversing, "Keep the ruler ready. The process commences gradually, but I won't attain my full size until just before I climax. Need any lubricant? It'll greatly assist you here."
Matt's arms were constantly stroking, his enormous cock swelling a bit further. His hand reached under his monolith and coated his member with lubrication; then the other sought more. His hands were so large, bigger than the container of the lubricant. He skillfully applied the lubricant to the rest of his cock, never once breaking his rhythm. He raised his hand, asking for more, signaling his intentions clearly.
I obeyed, flipping the cap off and holding the contents upside down above his manhood. With his left hand, Matt placed his palm over the top of his sheath and allotted me a quarter-inch glob. As I held out the container, Matt used his right hand to cover his baby maker. His hand enclosed me in its entirety. He dabbed the lube onto his meat and started son applying it. His hefty crown just then managed to hold its shape. His massive hands wrapped around his colossal member as he motioned for more lubricant.
Matt's breathing became louder. His paws moving up and down his massive boner necessitated a significant exertion of force. It looked like his member was starting to support its influence now. I observed, astonished, as he managed his tool with appalling ease. His foreskin appeared to be sliding back and fourth, exposing the head, and Matt used his fingers to play with the hood some, gently pulling on his foreskin as he stroked.
Matt's face was beginning to show signs of weariness. Sweat appeared on his forehead. I succumbed to a wave of affinity for that smell—his boastful body odor was tantalizing yet mildly salty. It triggered an insatiable sexual desire within me. My erection attained prolonged hardness, prompting me to stroke my member in response.
Matt's focus wavered slightly, and he spotted my tool. He withdrew his cock out of his grasp and started vigorously stroking. Nine seconds passed, and then he relaxed, slumping against the wall. "Come over here," he invited, "We can compare."
I complied, walking across to stand facing him. I found a position to kneel on the bed so his penis would be side by side with mine. Matt arose and stretched forward, our johnsons positioned at parallel with each other.
I couldn't help but observe the shocking difference in size between ours. After stroking, my tumescent prick had erected, and the tip only reached to the mid-shaft of his girthy member. His head alone, however, reached halfway along my entire tool. Every now and then he curved his hands around his dick to work his membranous sheath and tug his foreskin a little.
I thought it was comparable to witnessing a tugboat next to a tanker or a chihuahua next to a Great Dane. Although I only had half his length, his volume translated to a seemingly four times larger size.
Suddenly, Matt's cock slipped against my own. I froze in awe as the magnitude of his member wrestled with mine. I couldn't move, finding myself paralyzed with excitement when his large, lubed tool pressed against my manhood.
I found myself petrified and astonished by the presence of Matt's enormous penis. It's like he knew what I desired and read my mind, acting out fantasies effortlessly. I barely had an opportunity to acknowledge each act before he performed something even more arousing. In fact, I later realized I was so riveted by the sight of a gargantuan penis in front of me that anything Matt did would turn me on more.
Matt lightly smacked his phallus onto my penis. The abruptness of his large appendage colliding with my dick reminded me of the slap in the gym earlier. For a few more minutes, he played with his cock, swirling it around, touching it against my testicles, and pressing it against my penis on all sides.
"Enjoying it?" Matt asked teasingly. He maintained the same sly smile he first exhibited in the bathroom yesterday.
"Wow," was the only response I could come up with.
Matt pulled away and continued stroking his cock with greater intensity. He started speaking to me.
"Being famous for possessing a massive penis comes with its pros and cons. I've had sex with women just because of my size. Men either worship me or respect me because of this. Some have even offered to share their partners with me. A handful of times, I even accepted their advances. This past summer, I was engaging with a lesbian couple who were eager to see me. Almost every woman is interested in witnessing this once.
"More often than not, they don't ask for more after that. They've satiated their curiosity and no longer need to witness it. However, some women crave my presence consistently. Miscellaneous females who struggle with penetration sometimes want to see me again.
"The attention I get due to my penis is both exhilarating and frustrating. I can facilitate a hookup every night if I chose that route. Nonetheless, I long for the simplicity of a regular-sized penis. I envy those who don't need to worry about teeth during fellatio, being fucked deeply, or achieving an erection promptly.
"This might appear foolish to you as you're yearning for my humongous penis. Every young man I've ever engaged in mutual masturbation with has expressed envy for my sizable genitalia. Are you envious, Greg?"
I nodded to express my assent. I noticed the tension in my neck and shoulders. I was at Matt's mercy, unable to determine what he would do next.
He nodded in affirmation. "Yes, you are. I need you to chat with me while I conclude masturbating. I need you to articulate how much you cherish my gigantic penis. If you succeed, I may revisit you to masturbate now and then. Can you do that for me, Greg?"
I nodded mechanically. Matt smiled.
So I shared my sentiments. I expressed my astonishment at the difference between our penises, and revealed how thick his shaft was. I stated how I'd noted that his gland was as large as my balls. I mentioned the gossip from last Thursday regarding his penis. I recounted my difficulty in grasping his shaft completely. I admitted to rubbing one out over the weekend in anticipation of his penis. I couldn't help it. I felt compelled to express my infatuation with Matt's enormous cock. I even disclosed that I'd listened to him have sex with Alyssa. His eyes widened as he heard me recount the scene outside his room. His eyes suggested feelings of vulnerability; he had been disturbed by the realization that his privacy had been invaded and I'd witnessed something he'd rather not share. Then, a similar desperation I'd previously detected in him resurfaced.
All of a sudden, Matt's penis became rock solid and rigid in his grip. His breathing intensified as he frantically pumped his penis with his right hand. His left hand began to pull his balls tightly. He grunted, "Hurry up."
I retrieved the ruler and brought it to Matt's penis. In the few seconds it took for me to return, his penis had transformed to its ultimate, engorged state. Veins the width of sausage fingers were perceptible on the lengthy shaft where the taut skin enveloped the colossal organ. Matt's foreskin had completely receded, leaving bare skin around his engorged cock head, which displayed a deep purple color.
As I neared, I could sense the temperature of his testicles radiating, similar to a heating appliance. Matt seemed in physical pain, and he managed just a few intelligible words: "hurry up."
Listening to the respiration and groans coming from him, it was clear that he was on the brink of orgasm. It was my job to bring him to climax. I replied, "Here it is."
I placed the ruler on top of Matt's enormous meat. His cock twitched when the cool metal came into contact with his warm skin. I attempted to slide it all the way down to his pubic bone, but Matt had very little body fat, and I was careful not to jab him with the ruler's edge. "Damn," was all I could utter.
Matt's cock stretched along the entire length of the ruler. The thickest part of his member was close to the seven-inch mark, longer than my entire penis. The base of his plumb-sized cock head began at 10", and I had to lean in to see exactly where the tip rested. There was the 11" mark, right in the middle of his cock head, and the tip was at 11.5". However, Matt flexed his cock, exerting even more size, and the entire shaft became more prominent, causing the tip to reach 11 three-quarters of an inch.
Although Matt's length was impressive, the most awe-inspiring aspect of his cock was still, as before, its girth. The metal ruler typically concealed the majority of my cock when I measured with it. But Matt's wide shaft was not obscured by the silver inch-wide ruler.
I removed the ruler and began talking with Matt once more, all the while he continued his rhythmic stroking and manipulating his massive testicles. "Mmh, that's it, Matt. Keep stroking that giant cock. I can't help but think how small my dick appears beside your foot-long behemoth. Mmh, I'd love to worship that enormous cock every day."
We continued like this for about a minute or so, Matt intensely stroking and me trying hard to sound appealing to stimulate Matt's mental imagery. I cannot recall the specifics of my words, but they must have been ludicrous. Eventually, Matt extended his right hand, and his cum trickled weakly into his hand. With his left hand, he ushered a few more cum drops out of his sizeable penis into his hand, then let his cock fall heavily onto my bed.
I offered Matt the box of tissues, and he silently wiped his hands and threw it into my trash can. He then slumped against the wall, worn out. I looked on as Matt's abs rose and fell with his slowing breathing, observed the sheen of sweat on his pecs, his face. I watched as his cock wilted on my bed, gradually deflating from its maximum dimensions. His testicles lay beside his penis and jostled a little in his large sack.
A few minutes later, Matt roused himself. He cast his blue eyes in my direction and released yet another breath of contentment. "That was a great jerk-off session," he remarked.
"It was outstanding," I affirmed.
Matt arose, his colossal equipage swinging around as he shuffled off the bed and stood up. He turned, searching for his red shorts and flip flops. I remained where I was, perched on my bed, simply observing the tumultuous movement. He found his shorts and lowered himself into them, ensuring his cock was tucked into his trousers. He put on his flip flops and faced me. "This was enjoyable. See you again sometime?"
My heart momentarily dropped. Was he simply going to depart? I didn't want him to go! I wished I could convince him to stay and spend more time with me. But I knew I couldn't--Matt was the one in control and dictated the terms. I smiled and nodded at him. "You're always welcome to drop by."
Matt smirked and faced the door. In a moment, it closed behind him, and he was gone.
I sat on my bed for an hour after he left, dazed, lonely, excited, aroused, and fixated, all at once. I had never indulged in a jo bud before, and I hoped there would be frequent visits between Matt and me.
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