Becoming the Man of the House Ch. 03

We were all fascinated. But Eric... Eric was hypnotized. Despite the envy that gripped him, my boyfriend couldn't tear his gaze away from the superior cock. It was as though he was under a spell, held captive by its sheer magnitude.

Leo was palming Hamid's head and violently pumping his cock in and out of the Persian mouth. Panting, with his eyes full of tears and his mouth full of saliva, I had never seen Hamid so happy. Leo's dick was indeed a magnet for bottoms. Judging by Eric's reaction, it also had a power over tops. Leo was the one who broke the silence.

"Hey, buddies, don't feel intimidated by me. Come closer to it. You can share it," he said, grabbing his massive uncut member with both hands. His voice resonated with a captivating depth, commanding attention. It possessed a timbre that draw us all in.

When I looked at Eric, I could tell he was scared, but he was also really excited. For us all, that night would forever serve as a humbling reminder that arrogance, no matter how convincing, can never withstand the force of reality.

ERIC

I'm Eric, a 28-years old man from Dallas, Texas. On the Internet I was known as Top Wrestler, an account I created to exercise my dominant side. But that is a secret only my boyfriend, Aaron, and I knew. Some people refer to me as that "tall white stud" or "the champion from Dallas", as I've won many wrestling matches in Texas.

As a handsome tall sportsman, I couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence radiating from my thoughts. I always knew that I am one of the best, and I never was afraid to show it. To make things even better, money was also never a problem, since my family made lots of money working for big techs. At 18 I was already living alone in a nice house in Dallas. From my towering height to my bank account, everything about me exuded an air of confidence. Well, except for one single thing that makes me feel common.

Because of sports, I always went to locker rooms and I was used to being naked along other guys. Before discovering myself made for the wrestling, I competed for the university football team. So, being nude around tons of other guys was never a problem for me. I liked seeing their butts, but of course I had to hide that I liked fucking men.

My best friend was Landon, who played in the same team as a wide receiver. Growing up, we lived close by, both of us coming from well-to-do families. We did all the things bros do, jerking off together, even sharing girls, all the things you can expect from two good looking jocks to do. We kind of feed off each other and many considered us cocky.

When we turned 19 years old, Landon moved to Edinburgh. His mother was British, and the family relocated to the UK, where his brother, Joshua, 5 years older than us, already lived. I had only been around Joshua when Landon and I were younger. But I would never forget the day I was reunited with him.

I went to Landon's house to say goodbye. The door was ajar, and since I knew Landon was there and I was a familiar face, I went inside. As I walked into Landon's room, I was caught off by the sight before me. There, laying naked on Landon's bed and jerking off alone, was Joshua -my best friend's older brother. He still looked skinny, with noticeable abs and rugged looks. I tried to act cool, but I could feel myself blushing at the sight of him. Not of him exactly, but of his huge and thick cock. It was gigantic and looked even bigger because of his skinny frame. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen.

I was in shock and became like that for some seconds, having an instantaneous hard-on. He jerked off that gigantic shaft with both hands!!! Involuntarily I sighed, which was enough for him to open his eyes and notice my presence. "What the fuck, bro," he said, jumping out of bed and coming towards me. He didn't even try to cover himself. He was shorter than both me and Landon and way skinnier than I remembered. He didn't have as many muscles and he had a small, flat ass. It felt like half of his weight came from that massive cock.

However, there was something about his confidence and the way he carried himself that drew me in. I could not take my eyes off his cock, and of course he noticed.

"You are Eric, Landon's friend, right? Fuck, man, you interrupted me, I was so close..."

"Yeah, I am Eric. I am really sorry, Joshua, I... I didn't expect to see you here. "

"Now you're going to have to help me finish what I had started," he told me. "I know by your face, you enjoyed seeing it. Is it because it's big, Eric?"

I did not dare to answer, but I could not resist the thrill of the moment. Was it just a passing attraction? I couldn't say for sure. But I got near him and touched his impressive manhood.

"What the fuck, I was joking. I never thought you were a faggot." He cursed me but he didn't move away. On the contrary, he held my hands, so that he himself could dictate the rhythm with which I would masturbate him.

Although very impressed, I jerked him off as if I were fulfilling a moral duty. At the beginning he was just moaning, but gradually he became more and more verbal. I remember a few of the things he told me. However, the most remarkable was: "Look how pathetic you look, a jock serving a big cock. Admit it to me boy, do you lack size? I bet you have a skinny little dick."

I was trying to resist, but he pushed me more and more. My dick had just cummed inside my underwear and I didn't even have to use my hands. I moaned and confessed to him I had cummed. He grabbed my head and pushed it close to his own cock. I can't even count how many jets of cum I took in the face. Hair, nostril, left eye and especially my mouth were soaked with it. My face became all painted.

He pointed his index finger at me and gave me an order: "You'll go a day without washing your face, to remember your first monster cock. Now, get away from my face." I could have punched him in the face and settle things straight right there. I was much stronger than him. But I just ran away home and locked myself in my bedroom. It was humiliating to have to go about one day with someone's else jizz in my hair, but at the same time, I felt a strange sense of accomplishment. Because of this I never got the chance to say goodbye to Landon. And we both ended up leaving the football team.

The fateful encounter with Joshua made me obsessed with size. I had everything to impress: money, good looks, success, muscles. Everything but a big, thick cock. My mind started to navigate around the idea of cock size differences. However, there was a peculiarity. For me, there was no thrill seeing small cocks being compared to big ones. Dicklets versus monster cocks was just obvious. It was all about massive cocks dwarfing average ones, making them feel small in comparison. Like what I felt around Joshua.

In real life, I became even more of a Dom Top, fucking lots of guys I knew. I had no problem attracting the attention of men. Deep down I knew I would love to have myself a huge cock and be the ultimate big-dicked Alpha. However, I never came across a big cock like Joshua's monster again, so it became just something I fantasized about sometimes, especially under the Top Wrestler account.

But reality has its ways of surprising us. And, yes, I am talking about that night where my boyfriend, Aaron, organized an orgy where, in my mind, I was supposed to fuck three bottoms. But one of them was Leo and he was also a top. Searching anonymously for "big cocks" videos and Twitter accounts in the Internet, I had seen my fair share of big cocks, but nothing could have prepared me for the moment when I first laid eyes on Leo's. A dangerous combination of length and girth. Brown. Uncut. It took me back to that moment in Landon's room, but with a twist. Leo's cock was even bigger than Joshua's. It was a true marvel of nature, the apex of masculinity. I felt thrilled again. Scared. But alive.

"Come here, touch it." That was his invitation. The dynamic had already changed. We four could be two tops and two bottoms, each couple in their own. But Leo had managed to change the rules of the game, and by then the scene had shifted to one where he was in charge.

Hamid was caressing his cock around the glans area, playing with his foreskin, while my boyfriend was grabbing the middle section. It had become a trio and I was all by myself. So, by guiding my hand for the area around the base of his behemoth dick, Leo was trying to make me feel incorporated. "You are going to enjoy it," he said confidently in his deep voice. This made me feel the most insecure I had ever felt in my life. But it was also like a dream coming true.

He let my hand near his cock, then crossed his arms behind his neck. I approached it with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. My heart was beating faster and faster. With part of me still thinking I was doing something wrong, I finally touched it, just below my boyfriend's hand. I gulped. His thickness seemed almost unnatural: it was impossible to wrap around its girth. My fingers stretched out as far as they could go.

His cock was even more massive and imposing up close. I could feel its weight and power in my palm and fingers. "Joshua... You have to see Leo...", I let out a soft moan as I continued to caress it, feeling a surge of electricity run through my body. It was as if I were touching something that only a few were allowed to experience.

And then I focused on his balls. They were no ordinary balls. Big and perfect in every way, with an intoxicating smell of musk. I reached out to his nutsack, feeling the weight of those lemon-sized balls in my hand. It was a strange feeling. I only imagined myself having a horse dick, I never cared about balls. But seeing Leo's bull balls complementing nicely his oversized fat shaft, it made sense to me. That was another thing that worked in Leo's favor. While, as far as I remembered, Joshua had normal sized balls, Leo's testicles belonged to the crazy XXL category.

Leo looked directly at me: "How are you feeling?". "I'm good," I replied. Probably looking scared. He let go of the other two and pressed his body against mine and kissed me, his weight pushing me into the wall behind us. Our breaths mashed together, his fingers scratched ferociously down my back, until climax hit in a flesh of heat and release, leaving behind only panting breaths.

I had never felt so dominated in a kiss. Fuck. Feeling his huge cock pressed against my body, I tried to put on a brave face but inside I was freaking out. How was I supposed to compete with that? He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me really close to his torso. "Buddy, I liked you," he whispered to my ears. Nobody else listened to it. "Don't try to compete with me. Be with your boyfriend."

My boyfriend, Aaron, looked around the room enviously as Leo lifted Hamid effortlessly onto his massive shoulders, exposing the Persian man's perfect ass for all to see. The Colombian stud, five years younger than me, carried Hamid away to my own bedroom. I felt similarly left out, watching as Leo and Hamid disappeared behind the closed doors.

For a moment, Aaron and I simply stared at each other, unsure what to do next. "I guess this means we're not invited." I tilted my face towards Aaron's, closing my eyes as our lips almost touched, waiting for the right time to make contact. However, instead of feeling excitement, I felt doubt and uncertainty. As much as I wanted to enjoy Aaron's company, deep down I knew something was missing: Leo. Or Hamid. Or both. I realized Aaron also felt a similar lack of desire for our kiss. Feelings of frustration mixed with confusion as Aaron pulled away from me, knowing that the encounter was forced, unnatural.

For our luck, the walls on the house were thin and flimsy, creating an intimate connection between rooms despite the lack of shared space. Therefore, we began to listen to Leo and Hamid's rough sex. Each groan, gasp and cry of ecstasy echoed through the partitions, amplifying the pleasure Hamid and Leo were having. I could visualize every moment, each stroke of flesh against flesh, the spanking, the amount of times Hamid shouted "It's so big, it's so big," stating the obvious repeatedly, as if he had to voice it in order to believe it was true. The sex seemed endless. Me and Aaron became like jerk-off buddies, in the sofa. I jerked-off and cummed three times, as did Aaron. Eventually, after almost half an hour, their noise dwindled to soft moans and whispers, and they went to take a shower. Finally there was a silence.

Exhausted, I hugged Aaron. We were both going to sleep at the sofa. Before sleeping, Aaron confessed everything to me. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke. He told me about the oral sex in the car, about Thomas, about what he intended to do this night. I listened to it intently, feeling more and more uneasy as each word dropped. The mere sound of Leo's name triggered memories. Those muscles, that face. Oh, right, that cock. Despite my dismay, I could not deny a strange sense of relief.

Aaron finally confessed: "I thought Leo might be just what you needed."

"I understand. I was treating you like shit. Lesson learned. Thank you. Thank you for being honest with me."

If it were not for that, I wouldn't have met Leo. Part of me was glad that Aaron was ignored by Leo too. "I forgive you," I told him, before drifting off to sleep.

I woke up at seven to a message from Aaron, saying that both he and Hamid had already left for work. Leo had been sleeping in my room. I collected some clothes that I had put do dry the day before, and I made breakfast for the two of us. As he wouldn't wake up, even if I was being noisy, I decided to take a tray with food for him.

Despite the sun being above the horizon, Leo slept soundly, sprawled across the entire bed. My bed. Underneath the thin sheet, laid his impressive physique. The sheets covered his skin, but they could not hide the contours of his god-like physique. A masterpiece of masculine beauty. Even in slumber, his muscles seemed to ripple beneath. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, a mesmerizing dance of breath, further accentuating his super-heroic form. The massive meat dangling heavily off his pelvis caused me to lose my train of thought again. It was resting on his left thigh stretching way far beyond what is considered average. A freaking monster!

I didn't want to be there staring like a crazy person, so, with a gentle nudge, I tried to rouse my guest from his peaceful repose. As I tapped his broad shoulders, his eyes fluttered open. With a yawn and a stretch, he slowly emerged. "Good morning, bro. I think I overslept. Is Hamid gone?"

I confirmed and showed him the breakfast I had made. He thanked me, I set down the food and watched as Leo devoured it hungrily. Bringing Leo breakfast in bed seemed like a kind gesture, but a part of me wondered if it was a way of being subservient, a characteristic I never possessed.

A silence hung in the air, and it felt awkward, as if there were unspoken words between us. I had so many things I wanted to ask him. Gathering some courage, I took a deep breath and finally spoke up, breaking the silence. "Uh, sorry," I began nervously. "I hope you don't mind me asking, Leo, but does having such a large cock ever cause problems?".

Leo chuckled softly, turning to face Eric directly. "Not at all," he replied smoothly, leaving the cup of coffee on the bedside table. "In fact, it tends to be quite the opposite." With that, Leo grinned playful, leaving me both aroused and curious about his stories. "Well, sometimes it is inconvenient."

I raised my eyebrows, eagerly awaiting examples. Leo continued, "Like trying to find clothes that actually fit below the belt. Depending on the occasion, it's not appropriate to have your dick so visible inside your shorts."

I nodded sympathetically, showing curiosity. I could feel my dick starting to stiffen. "Speaking of that..." Leo added. "I need to borrow clothes from you to train. I have to be in Thomas' gym in about an hour. Lend me the shorts you are wearing, and I can show you what I am talking about."

"Really? These?"

"Yes. So, you get to see firsthand what it's like when I wear them."

I agreed hesitantly, but I didn't want to let Leo know how uncomfortable I felt. I appeared nervous, with erratic movements, my eyes kept flicking back and forth between Leo's face and my own crotch area. With a strange urge to please him, I stood up, took it all off and lent him the shorts. Leo didn't say a word. Like he didn't care by my nudity. I tried to hide myself behind the nearby wardrobe's door, hoping to find quickly another shorts and cover my modest equipment.

But Leo pulled the sheets off of him, and walked towards me, my shorts in his right hand. I was finally seeing him naked again. Like magic, a hypnosis process restarted in me. His cock was on a whole other scale of size. It dangled and swayed, creating a sense of movement that contrasted with its solid weight. He got near me, and put his cock next to me, rubbing his against mine.

Every touch of his cock against my own skin felt like a crushing blow. I was dwarfed in comparison, it almost felt like we belonged in different universes. He rubbed it with a deliberate slowness, making sure to fully emphasize its size and power over me. I started to have a hard-on and I panicked, running away to get dressed. Leo laughed. "Bro, you are so into that stuff." Awkwardly, I quickly pulled on the first pair of shorts I could find, and he also dressed in the shorts I was wearing before.

How I wished I had his "big dick problem." My shorts fitted him perfectly. And it wasn't because they were comfy or anything like that. No, it was because it showed a very visible dick line, giving protruding contours to the front of the piece of cloth. He would flaunt his big, juicy cock while working out at the gym, showing everyone who's boss.

"Do I look good?" He looked exactly how I wanted to look. All of sudden, Leo stood still, walking closer, putting his hands on my shoulders. "Dude, seriously now, don't worry." He put on a warm smile. "Keep doing your own thing. You still have all those wrestling skills others can't match I have to go now, but we can talk about things later. You seem cooler than how Aaron described you." Hearing his words, I relaxed, almost sheepishly.

I could only nod, feeling grateful, but unable to find word. It was like meeting the man I wanted to be. I was almost starstruck, overwhelmed by the sheer size of his cock and true alpha personality. He had the cock and the attitude I had envisioned for my alias, the Top Wrestler. On a second thought, maybe even bigger. Joshua used to be my benchmark, but Leo outsized him.

Seeing my own shorts enveloped Leo's body, I could not happen but feel a tinge of excitement bubbling up inside of me. I had been toying with this idea for a while now, but I never found the right man and I did not know if it was appropriate to bring it up to Leo.

But after hearing his words and with the atmosphere that made me see Leo as a buddy, not as a rival, I felt emboldened. "Leo..." I began hesitantly. "I have an idea. It's kind of silly, but I can't help but feel like it would work."

Leo looked intrigued. "What's that, bro?"

I took a deep breath before plunging forward. "Aaron told me everything. About the blowjob in the car, his plans. But I must tell you they backfired. I felt something between us. A synergy. Like we could be good friends. And... business partners."

Judging by his expressions, I had picked up his curiosity. "Go on," he said.

"You know about my Twitter account. I make money from it. Top Wrestler. It is about my body, the way I like to be seen. My followers are always asking for a dick pic. And it is part of the Top Wrestler persona that he has a huge cock. I told them is almost 10 inches. I just can't help but think how amazing it would be if I could post a picture of your own cock on there."