by Zane Menzy
His heart thundered in his chest, butterflies flapping in his stomach so hard he thought he would lift off the ground. Keegan kept touching, absorbing the fleshy detail under his hand all while nursing a humungous stiffy. Damon lay there none the wiser to what was really going on.
“Can you tense it?” Keegan asked.
Damon obliged and flexed his hairy leg muscle, showing off his definition.
“Cool,” Keegan muttered, mesmerized by the firmness in his hand. “Can you tense it again?” Without hesitation Damon gave him what he asked for, this time flexing even greater. Keegan sat there, rubbing away, desperate to go above the knee and although Damon seemed cool with what was happening, Keegan knew it was too early to pounce.
Keegan asked Damon about his gym routine which got the guy started on an endless drivel of how much weights he lifted, how much cardio he did and even what he ate to keep such a fit physique. Keegan nodded along to the spiel, feigning interest all the while still feeling up Damon’s leg.
Keegan finally let go. Not wanting his hand to wear out its welcome. He kneeled up, getting to his feet and turned around, hiding his blatant arousal. He nervously lowered his butt to sit on the edge of Damon’s bed, hoping he wouldn’t tell him get off. Damon didn’t even seem to notice as he continued with his gym talk. Keegan’s skin itched with nerves, he looked out the corner of his eye at Damon’s exposed leg, wishing he would remove the blanket completely.
Fuck, I have to move this along.
Damon’s voice poured out enthusiastically, genuinely enjoying a topic that had all stemmed from one of his favorite things. Himself. When there was finally a break in the one-sided conversation, Keegan took a gamble with his next move. He looked Damon in the eyes who stared back innocently.
Keegan’s tongue tossed out a nervous string of words. “You know how you’ve got size twelve feet.”
Damon narrowed his eyes, nodding slowly.
Keegan tugged at his earlobe, scared to finish his sentence. “Does that mean you have a big dick?”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
Dropped Like A Bomb
Damon said nothing. He just stared with indecipherable emotion. Keegan felt his face burn red and he began to laugh anxiously.
“I’ve not had any complaints,” Damon finally responded in a gravelly tone.
“So it’s big then?” Keegan replied.
More awkward silence followed.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Lucky bastard, no wonder you score so many hot chicks,” Keegan said in an effort to downplay the intensity in the air from his prying question.
He knew he had gone past a point of no return, so he figured he may as well keep pushing ahead and despite being noticeably awkward Damon hadn’t told him to fuck off. “Since you have size twelve feet—bigger than mine—does that mean your dick would be bigger?” Keegan asked in the most innocent tone he could muster. He just hoped Damon would fall for it and think he was that fucking stupid.
Damon frowned, looking confused. He sighed and lay flat on his back. “Fuck, I don’t know, Keegan.” His face quickly softened and Keegan could tell he felt bad for sounding so frazzled and annoyed for even just a split second. Damon bit down on his lower lip, looking like he was searching for an appropriate answer. “Look, from what I’ve heard your old man is quite blessed in that department, so I am sure you have nothing to worry about.”
Dad has a big dick?
“How do you know?” Keegan asked.
Damon laughed. “Well, I don’t’ know for sure but things a couple of his girlfriends have said at parties would have me believe Matty is not lacking downstairs.” He shook his head, smiling at the awkwardness of the topic telling a son his father has a big cock.
Keegan unfurled his lie. “I’m just asking ‘cos Tess and me are planning on… doing it soon. It’ll be my first time and I’m worried that maybe I won’t be up to standard.” He made sure his brown eyes shone with pain at the imaginary dilemma.
“We’ve all been there buddy but look, I promise you’ll be fine.” He exhaled a soft laugh at Keegan’s virgin jitters.
Keegan knew he had a decent sized dick. He had watched enough porn to know how he measured up. It was strange to think his dad had a big one too, sure this made sense but such incestuous comparisons had never entered his mind. A part of him wanted to just rip his own clothes off and show Damon just how big his dick really was but that wasn’t the plan. No, the plan was to see Damon’s member, then maybe—if all went well—show his own.
The vibe in the room was heavily awkward but at the same time—for Keegan at least—charged with sex. It was this sexual energy pumping through Keegan’s spirit that made him cough up what he did next. He ordered his words like an army going into combat. Regimented, precise, aiming for a target. “Would I be able to see yours, just so I know what a big dick looks like in comparison to my own?”
The request dropped like a bomb, shattering any feeling of comfort the room had left. Keegan knew he should have felt disgusted with himself—but he didn’t. He longed to see Damon’s dick up close so fucking bad, that any pieces of regret threw themselves out the window.
Damon squirmed slightly. He coughed nervously, seemingly unable to speak. Keegan thought he had ruined everything, he waited for Damon to tell him to piss off. Then out of nowhere Damon’s hand reached down, grabbing hold of the blanket and pulled it off his body, exposing himself in nothing but the tight hugging black briefs. Keegan’s eyes went straight to his bulge, hoping it was growing but he knew Damon was a red blooded ladies’ man through and through and that the chances he would be turned on by this odd scenario were next to none.
Damon let out a breath as if urging himself on. He grabbed his undies with both hands, lifted his arse up, lowering them down his legs before bending his knees up and fishing his feet through the holes and dropping his briefs to the floor.
Keegan sat there in awe of this man’s bravery. Damon lay before him on display, his nakedness oozed the air of it being an offering. Damon’s pale dick was limp but a healthy size, it rested below dark, trimmed pubes. His smooth, saggy balls sat squeezed between his thighs, even in their squished position, Keegan could tell they were big balls. The virility of his package complimented his masculine chest with its carpet of hair, thinning out below his pecs and becoming hairier again below his navel.
“You’re pretty big,” Keegan exclaimed.
Damon didn’t say anything but a smile flashed across his succulent lips, trying not to laugh. Keegan sensed the smile contained an element of pride of being the owner of a decent sized dick. Seeing that Damon still thought this was an innocent show and tell, Keegan knew he could do more. The cum welling up in his balls demanded he do more.
Keegan hoisted his legs up so he was sitting fully on the bed, he tapped Damon’s foot letting him know to spread his legs. Damon did as he was told and shifted his feet apart, giving Keegan room to sit between his open legs. He leaned in towards him so his face looked directly down at the handsome soft prick.
“Definitely big,” Keegan mumbled.
“Thanks,” Damon whispered. His hands were laced together behind his head, exposing the tufts of hair in his armpits. He looked so vulnerable laid out completely naked, legs spread, cock and balls on full display. Without warning Keegan reached his hand out, grabbing hold of Damon’s limp dick.
Damon immediately sat up. “Whoa, what ya doing there, K dog.”
“Calm down,” Keegan snapped. “I just want to touch it and see how different it is to mine,” the words came out with more authority than Keegan knew he had in him.
Damon’s drunken eyes dropped their sharpness and he gradually lay back down and stared up at the ceiling. Keegan returned his hand to Damon’s cock, he curled his fingers ‘round its warmth and basked in the glory of how fucking amazing it felt to have another man’s cock in his hand. Keegan gave Damon’s dick a couple light squeezes, he studied it in detail as if he were a doctor performing an exam
ination. He ran his finger down its flaccid length then gave it another quick squeeze.
Yes!
He felt Damon twitch in his hand, his tool enjoying the touch of Keegan’s teenage fingers. Keegan squeezed tighter, he placed his other hand to Damon’s balls and rubbed his thumb along his smooth shaved scrotum.
Damon continued to stare up at the ceiling, still not saying a word. It was obvious now his dick had grown a little with the fondling and squeezing. Keegan let go of his dick and ran his hand up and down the inside of Damon’s thigh, passing back and forth over the tasty tan line. He continued to grope Damon’s balls with his other hand, gently tugging at the saggy sac.
Damon’s hand grabbed his arm. “Stop, that’s enough,” he said, sounding like a parent. The alcohol on his breath wafted up, stinging Keegan’s nostrils.
Keegan didn’t let go, he stared Damon in the eyes. “Sorry.” He dropped his gaze and coughed up a pitiful plea. “Can I please see it hard, so I know what it’s really like?”
Damon looked absolutely bewildered, not knowing what to say.
“It’s sort of semi already, so it won’t take much will it?” Keegan’s voice remained polite.
Damon slapped both hands to his face and groaned. “Fuck sake.” He laughed into his hands and lay back down. He didn’t say no, so Keegan let his hand continue to rub up Damon’s hairy thigh, while the other continued stroking his balls. With just the small amount of thigh touching and ball stroking, Keegan was amazed to see Damon’s cock grow before his eyes. It wasn’t fully hard but certainly more erect than soft. Each time it would twitch and raise then drop down resting a little higher than before. Keegan retrieved his hand from Damon’s thigh and grabbed hold of his swelling cock. He felt it pulsing in his palm and with the next squeeze it shot extremely hard, and Keegan could feel Damon’s dick’s veiny lines.
Keegan tickled the tip of his experiment’s cock with his thumb, releasing a shudder through Damon’s body. “Do you like that?” Keegan asked. He got no response. He swiveled his thumb around Damon’s piss hole, bringing out an even greater shudder. “Do you like that?” Keegan repeated.
“Yes,” Damon replied sheepishly, his face still hidden behind his hands.
As soon as Keegan heard that, he knew there was no stopping this.
Hearing the word yes was a huge turn-on, even the way Damon had said it was fucking sexy; a husky mix of pleasure and vulnerability in his voice. Keegan’s cock was hurting from being so hard underneath his boxers. He felt his tip begin to dribble a droplet of pre-cum.
Keegan pulled his hand away from Damon’s dick and spat into his hand, he placed it back to Damon’s fully grown member and proceeded to lube his cock up and down with his saliva. Damon’s cock loved the feel of Keegan’s slippery fingers sliding up and down. It couldn’t get any harder but throbbed like it wish it could grow more.
Keegan took a guess that Damon was seven inches in length with a hefty girth. While not huge, Keegan knew this to be a good size. It was a pretty cock Keegan thought, if you could call a cock pretty.
He wondered how many women had the pleasure of sitting on this beautiful dick through the years, taking in its healthy length and generous thickness. Not that history mattered, because in this moment it was Keegan’s teenaged male hand gripping it, bringing Damon unspeakable pleasure. A pleasure Damon probably never thought he would allow another guy to give him.
“Fuck, you really do have a nice cock, Damon,” Keegan complimented.
Damon mumbled, “Mmm” from behind his clasped hands.
Keegan smiled at seeing Damon unable to bring himself to watch another guy jacking his cock. Damon’s heavy breaths and trembling body couldn’t deny the sexual gratification flowing through every inch of his manly body.
“Uh… ahhh… uh,” slipped out of Damon’s lips in short, sharp bursts. His hands refusing to budge, continuing to block his face. Obviously the fact that he was being tugged by his best mate’s son was a shame too great to witness. But it wasn’t too great a shame for Keegan to want to inflict. The selfish, arrogant arsehole needed to pay for his sins. He had stolen Keegan’s chance to join the club, leaving him embarrassed and with broken pride. A birthday memory he would never be able to forget. Tonight though, Keegan would gift Damon a memory he would never be able to erase and one that would leave him burning with a different kind of shame.
. Keegan let go of Damon’s meat, hoping he would uncover his face and look up at him, acknowledging it was someone he considered family, sitting beside his naked, quivering body.
He didn’t move.
“Damon?” Keegan said. He didn’t respond. “You all right?”
He slowly lowered his hands and inhaled deeply trying to compose himself. “Yeah.” He half laughed. “Can’t you tell?”
“Yeah he looks pretty fucking happy.” Keegan gave his erection a playful slap.
Damon tried to put some authority in his voice. “Well, you’ve seen me in all my glory, so now you know how we measure up.”
Keegan could tell that Damon wanted to hop back under the covers and pretend this never happened. It probably was the very last chance to stop before irreversible damage occurred to any remaining remnants of the family-like relationship they shared.
“Did you wanna see mine?” Keegan asked.
“No thanks Keegan. It’s okay,” Damon said politely. “I pretty much saw it yesterday, remember? When I walked in on you.”
“But you didn’t see it properly.”
“No. You were too quick with your hands, thankfully.” Damon laughed.
“Can I please show you? Tell me if it’s okay?” Keegan said, the devil in him sounding like an angel.
Damon ran his fingers down his arm trying to look preoccupied.
“It won’t take long, I’ll just show you real quick, okay?” Keegan pleaded. He jumped off the bed and stood in front of Damon who wasn’t looking at him.
“Okay,” Damon sighed, he leaned onto his side with his erect cock pointing in Keegan’s direction. “Fucking hell,” he blurted at the sight of the tent-pole jutting out of Keegan’s boxers. “You’re already fully loaded.” Damon sniggered.
Keegan cast him a salacious grin. Enjoying being looked at. Damon tried hard to ignore his bulge but his eyes kept dropping to scope out the teenage stiffy hidden by thin material. Keegan pulled off his t-shirt, showing off his slender, smooth frame. He looked down at his chest, impressed by his own tan that glowed sexily under the dim light in the room. He tensed his stomach, hoping to bring out his thin outline of abs for Damon to see.
Keegan ran a hand up his leg covered in its down of fine blonde hairs, he squeezed his dick through the material. “Here goes nothing,” he said and dropped his boxers down to his feet.
Even if Damon had been too stupid or drunk to know there already had been a sexual vibe lurking in the room, he was under no illusion now. This was no case of innocent body inspection. Both were naked, both had rock hard cocks.
Damon tried to keep his eyes focused on Keegan’s face, desperate to ignore the throbbing cock in front of him.
“What do you think?” Keegan asked smugly.
Damon reluctantly lowered his eyes, he could now see for himself that this horny teenager had nothing to be worried about in regards to cock size. Keegan’s cock was just shy of eight inches and thicker than Damon’s.
“So…?” Keegan prompted the stunned Damon for an answer.
“You’ll break the ladies with that monster, K dog,” Damon teased.
“Thanks.” Keegan smiled, lapping up Damon’s acknowledgement of his big dick. He went and sat back on the bed at Damon’s feet, stroking himself to enhance how impressive his dick really was. “You can touch it if you want,” Keegan offered.
“Nar I’m all good,” Damon replied coolly.
“Oh come on just a little, I touched yours.”
The corner of Damon’s mouth curled up. He shook his head and laughed as he sat up in the bed and reached across, grabb
ing hold of Keegan’s cock. He gave it three firm tugs before letting go. “Yep certainly a monster cock,” he said, not sure of where to look. He wiped his hand on his mattress, ridding himself of any penis trace.
The hand wiping act came across ungrateful to Keegan, cutting at his feelings.
Damon could see the pain in his face so he quickly threw out a compliment. “I hate to admit it but you’re definitely a lot bigger than me, mate.”
Keegan smiled. “Your cock is really nice-looking though, and I ain’t that much bigger.”
“I’m not so sure about that. You make me look tiny,” he chuckled.
Keegan knew he was the clear winner in the cock contest but Damon’s self-deprecating comment was an exaggeration. He glanced over and noticed that Damon’s dick had begun to go down from not being touched.
Keegan scrambled to get what he wanted. “Now that we’re both hard, we should probably jack off, aye?” His eagerness was written all over his face.
Damon raised his eyebrows. “Umm, I actually think we should go to bed and put this down to a long day okay, K dog.”
Keegan knew that with one touch Damon’s dick would jiggle and jerk till it was rock hard again. One look at the man’s balls and still mostly-hard dick told Keegan that Damon wanted to cum. Keegan wasn’t stupid, he knew he had started something that needed finishing and if they didn’t do it together then Damon would probably excuse himself to the toilet just to go rub one out alone.
Keegan knew that as soon as he blew, reality would slap him in the face for what he had done—handling Damon’s dick in his hand and pushing limits that shouldn’t have been pushed. At least if they shot a load together they would share in the guilt.
Sure, Damon wasn’t gay Keegan’s inner voice told him, but with Damon still drunk anything could happen.