Flaunting It At the Frat Party

Flaunting It At the Frat Party


The name is Tolden. James Tolden. There are three things you need to know about me.....
One:
I am tall. My towering height of 6’9” made me a natural for basketball, and my talent made me a star.
Two:
I am hung like a Bull Elephant. The same early growth spurts which gave me height, also added copious inches to my manhood, which was well-sized to begin with.
Three:
I am not above humiliating a lesser man. I’ve done it lots of times. This was the first.
I had been invited to my first Frat party my freshman year of college. Having gotten in on the basketball scholarship, many of the b*****rhoods wanted to court my membership for the sake of prestige. So it was with a pre-arranged sorority date and a Tuxedo that my long legs brought me to the steps of our town’s Kappa-Delta-Tau house.
I was barely in the door when a beer was shoved in my hand, and a sofa offered up for me to take ease on. With my long legs stretched out in front of me, I got into full slouch mode and prepared myself for a boring evening.
My assessment would have been right if it wasn’t for one thing. One annoying thing.
Ricky Palaski. He was a somewhat tall guy too, maybe 6’6” or so, and also might have been a baller. He was not smooth. He kept hitting on every girl there, seemingly to their disgust.
“Heya toots, want to know what it’s like to have the back of your throat licked?”
“Yeah sure Ricky. Quickest way there would be to KISS MY ASS FUCKWAD!”
Sorority girls it seems are not known for their light or volatile natures.

“Your loss babe. Hey, you with the tits! Want to do twelve inches?” Here he reached down and grabbed his crotch. If he had a foot of meat he was hiding it well. I myself was containing my massive member beneath tight jeans and tighter jockey shorts. Even with all that there was a visible line down my right leg, if you were looking for it.
“Yeah Ricky, but I don’t want to have to fuck you six times to get it!” Replied his target.
“What?” He stammered.
“It’s division. You’ll get it someday. Maybe.”
And so the evening went. Beer was flowing freely; booty was shaking all around, and everyone but Ricky and each girl he talked to seemed to be having a fantastic time. I’m a laid-back guy, and I enjoyed the show for the most part, not drinking or dancing too much. But Ricky it seems was not. He foolishly decided it would be fun to go after my date, Rachel.
Me and Rachel were not close, and barely friends. She was excellent arm candy though. Firm, high breasts that refused to let her red chi-pao keep them down, a nicely made up face with bright lipstick to match the dress. I had fun watching her dance with other guys, and talked with her when she came back. As she became a little more tipsy through-out the evening, and her face began to match make-up and clothing both, she started to sit herself on my left knee.
We were chatting like this when Ricky sauntered up.
“Hey, James, you know that’s my girl, right?! Be careful with her there.”
“Huh?” I asked, cocking my head.
“Tell him babe.” He pleaded, sounding like a dog that wants something it can’t have.
“Oh…well yeah, we uh, we’re kind of dating I guess.” She said blushing and looking back to me. She was clearly mortified.
“Yeah, that’s right. Just remember J.T. look but don’t touch.”
“Don’t call me J.T.” I said, pointedly putting a hand on her shoulder. She seemed to relax under my long fingers a little.
“Hands off, J.T.” He said, lurching forward.
“You going to take ‘em off?” I asked.
“Babe, move.” He tugged at her hand, pulling her awkwardly to her feet. I stood, drawing myself up to my full height, seeming to tower over his bad, d***ken posture.
“You leave her alone.” I said. Cliché but heartfelt. That’s when he hauled off and punched me. If it could be called a punch. I took it like a man on the jaw, and barely cocked my head from the f***e of his puny pugilism. Then I showed him what a punch really is. The sound of my meaty fist bruising bone and muscle sounded louder than the techno beats and sent him with a *BOOM* to the floor.
I shook my hand once for good measure, and curled back onto my sofa. There was some s**ttered applause.
Rachel sat back down on my leg, the right this time, her soft ass resting just below my cock head.
“My hero.” She said, leaning in and kissing me platonically on the cheek.
“Aw, Shucks ma’am.” I responded, blushing a little myself now.
As she pulled back from the kiss, she let a hand go to my thigh to steady herself, enclosing my shaft in her curled fingers as she did so.
“Oh James! You are…” She looked me from my toes to my eyes “…Proportional, aren’t you.”
Ricky groaned and pulled himself from the floor, sitting up and fluttering his eyes.
“Wait babe, what you saying?”
“I said James here is hung like a tree WITH branches.” She announced with a d***ken lilt, her tongue wiggling out at him.
“Come on baby,” He said standing, still caressing his jaw. “You know Ricky packs more meat then Butch’s Cut shop.”
“Only when you’re working there part time.” She snorted.
“Babe get a ruler. I’m not taking this.”
I groaned and rolled my eyes and stood as she slinked off to get a measuring apparatus.
“Trust me Rick; you don’t want to do this.” I said flatly.
“He’s bluffing.” Ricky jeered to one of the other partyers. “He’ll never do it.”
Rachel returned with the ruler. I faced Ricky like a gun-fighter. Two men, ready to draw pistols, and I unsling a shotgun.

*ZIP*
*FLOP*
*GASP*
The crowd supplied the latter as nine thick soft inches dangled into view. I folded my arms and let it dangle.
“All right Rick. What do ya got?” I asked. He swallowed hard. He really had been sure I wouldn’t do it.
But he unzipped his fly, and reached between the lips of the pants to pull out his shame. The sad part is, the thing wouldn’t really show very well threw it, so he then just went and hauled down his pants. A few in the crowd laughed at what appeared to be an egg in a bird’s nest.
“Aw shit.” He said, looking down.
“Ricky.” I said walking forward, continuing to let my cock’s exposure rub it in. Rachel had long since dropped the ruler incidentally. The contest wasn’t close enough to call.
“You’ve humiliated your girlfriend. You’ve humiliated me. Now it’s my turn to humiliate you.” And with that I hauled off again and slugged him in the solar-plexus. With a coughing sputter her collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. Wordlessly I grabbed the back of his shirt and began to drag his tall form effortlessly up the stairs to one of the bedrooms. Rachel and a few curious guests followed.
Ricky tried to fight a little as his breath returned, but his pants around his ankles and weak struggles proved no match for my 22 inch biceps.
I flung him into one of the master bedrooms, and then closed in on him.
“You are my bitch now. Do you understand that?”
“What the FU-“
*SMACK* My hand flew out, a back-handed slap knocked his head back heard and drawing a bruise on his lip.
“AH! You can’t D-“
*CRACK* the forehand came back in a good old-fashioned bitch-slap.
“Part the first.” I said, shoving his now whimpering form back onto the bed. “In which I thoroughly establish my dominance will go as follows. Ruler.” I demanded, holding my hand behind me and not looking. I didn’t need to know someone would have picked it up, and they handed it to me.
I dropped the ruler next to him on the bed.
“Measure it.” I said, jerking my pelvis so that my dick rippled in front of him.
“Please J.T. don’t make m-“This time it was no slap but an uppercut that flattened him on the bed. His head snapped back and his eyes closed.
“Consider this your hypnotic suggestion.” I said, leaning over his prone form, close to the face. “Do not address me as J.T. ever again.” Then I hauled him up by the collar and slapped him hard, six times until he blinked open.
“Measure it.” I said again. He was disoriented, but grabbed the ruler out of fear and held it along the top of my cock.
“9 and 1 quarter inches.” He read mechanically.
“Now measure yours.” I said coldly. He complied, digging the ruler into his skin, apparently still trying to add at least something with the pathetic tad-bit.
“1 Inch.” He whimpered.
“Pathetic.” I observed. “Rachel. Fluff me, now.”
Rachel came forward to my snapping fingers, and preceded to cock-worship me. She spent three minutes on the glans alone, cradling my shaft in her hands, she nibbled and licked and kissed all along the crown. As I began to harden, her tongue slipped out to moisten every inch as I expanded, even the spot between my cock and my balls, a considerable stretch of hanging sack. She looked at Ricky the whole time, a look of supreme vengeance mixed with lust on her face.
Soon my cock was a glistening weapon, casting its awesome shadow up Ricky’s chest, obscuring his face from the light as he sat on the bed before me.
“Harden him too.” I commanded.
“He is hard.” She said.
“God, I hadn’t even noticed.” I said disgusted. I handed Rachel the ruler.
“Would you like to do the honors milady?” I asked all sweetly.
“I thought you’d never ask.” She answered, holding the ruler to my erect prong. She noted where the foot length of wood fell short with her thumb and moved it up a notch.
Then she looked at Ricky, and spoke to him.
“James here is sporting a massive, mammoth, man-cock of 13 and half inches. His tower is thick, cut, and quite frankly, making my mouth water. Below this impressive specimen are two gigantic balls, two and a half inches from back to front, and I can tell you; they taste like MAN.”
Now she stuck the ruler briefly beside Ricky’s nub, and she groaned.
“This on the other hand, is protruding from a slack scrotum with two peanut-sized testicles. Shelled peanuts. What sticks out, and barely I might add, couldn’t satisfy a woman, or even stretch a cat’s asshole. Whatever made you think this little boy cock could ever beat this?”
“Speaking of beatings,” I said grabbing his hair, “Your prize for this little competition is a cock-beating, courtesy of a dick that weighs over a pound when hard.”
*SPLAT* my first blow left a streak of slimy saliva and sperm across his now red cheek
*WHUD* his head snapped back as the base of my cock coated the bridge of his nose, inches smearing diagonally across his whole face.
*SPLORT* His head went slack in my hands as I delivered a sort of right cross with the head of my deck, the urethra belting out a hearty glob of pre-cum onto his jaw. It left several trails from his jaw-line to my dong.
“All right Rachel, blow me for real this time.” I pulled my cock upright to where it stood just below my nipples, offering the head for her to suck from a standing position. She was not tall.
“Ricky, I want to see you’re FACE in those balls, NOW.” He no longer disobeyed me. As he started trying to suck in huge mouthfuls of hairy, heavy ball sack through a mask streaked with pre-cum and a delirious expression, I knew my domination of his will was complete.
“Part the second.” I said. “In which I mark my territory.”
The oral was amazing.
Rachel’s and my fingers intertwined on several places of my thick, seemingly endless shaft.
Ricky’s man-worship was amazing too. His purpose was not to pleasure me, or himself. His whole existence was now oriented around licking and sucking my bloated seed-sacks, just as he’d been ordered.
Rachel’s soft lips caressed my head as they were stretched obscenely with every inch. Her soft coos and moans vibrated deliciously in a way I felt down to my balls.
Our hands moved in time to deep nine-inch strokes.
Ricky was whimpering in frenzied lust as he tried desperately to fit each whole ball in turn into his mouth. Poor baby. I could have fit one of his nuts in a nostril if I wanted.
Rachel’s tongue dove repeatedly into my slit, each time it hooked up to bring gobs of pre-cum into her greedy maw.
Our hands stroked twenty finger tips all over my flesh.
Ricky had by this point gotten my balls completely wet, and was rubbing his face into them, snorting in deep lung-full of my masculine scent. His tongue chased my first-sized orbs around his slick face.
Four hands gripped my shaft, top, bottom, top, bottom, and began to pump in earnest.
Two lips slurped and smacked lewdly, coaxing cum up through my cock in viscous blue-berry sized droplets.
One tongue painted my balls, grating taste-buds over inch-after-inch of pungent, hot scrotum.
I finally pulled back with a groan, and handed my cannon over to Rachel, who pumped it with a wild look and two hands.
The first shot blasted out, hitting Ricky between the eyes with the f***e of a garden hose, the voluminous sperm exploding out to paint his hair, nose, and chest.
She followed this with a vicious salvo into his right eye.
The third gout of thick cream went into his mouth, which he’d opened with pain at the burn his pupil must have been feeling.
The fourth shot set his own little prick off, and he squealed as it drizzled out its own little thimble-full of cum. My own seed had all but covered his crotch in the process.
The crowd actually began to count.
“FIVE!” His chest.
“SIX!” A full load to his har, soaking it.
“SEVEN!” Another to his neck.
“EIGHT!” Rachel pointed it up and angled it, letting it shower her in sperm. “NINE!” She stuck it to her neck, letting cum explode like a firework all over her red dress.
“TEN!” All over her red lips and in between.
“ELEVEN!” The crowd was in disbelief as my biggest shot yet rained out all over her face.
“TWELVE!” A shot to Ricky’s bed. Mine now.
“THIRTEEN!” This final blast went straight up, grazing the ceiling and putting little droplets of cum on Rachel, Me, Ricky, and members of the crowd who stood close enough.
A few more little spurts were eagerly absorbed by Rachel’s lapping tongue.
I looked over at Ricky. Covered in my cream, reeking of my stud-horse cock scent, his manhood totally crushed by my power.
“All right my little needle-dicked cum-slut.” I said, pointedly addressing him.
“Maybe Rachel can help me decide if you are worthy of using that tongue to clear this mess up…”

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8 months ago
Lame....