Rest Stop Bull Ch. 02

I continue: "And I mean, yes, I have a much bigger dick than you. There's nothing you can do about it. In fact, I think it might help a lot if you just said that back to us. Tell us, 'I have a small dick, Alan has a big dick."

He opens his mouth once, twice, but nothing comes out. Beth wraps her hand around my shaft through my trunks.

"Say it Dustin," Beth says. "Go on."

In a slow, crackling croak: "I have a small dick. Alan has a big dick." He exhales and clears his throat.

"Atta boy," I tell him. "Now that's out in the open, we can also stop pretending. I'm sure you're tired of it, even if you don't realize it yet."

I scoot my ass up off the couch and yank my trunks down, then kick them away. When I sit back, my cock bounces up, buoyant despite its engorgement. Dustin is staring at my cock as if there's an invisible string emanating from each eyeball and both ends are tied to my shaft. I wrap my arm back around Beth and she instinctively slides off the couch onto her knees between my legs. She snakes one hand up my length while the other wraps around my balls, then she takes me into her mouth.

"See, I doubt she's ever done this with you, like this," I say to Dustin. He doesn't avert his gaze, just shakes his head in mute confirmation.

I stretch out, opening my legs wider and settling back against the couch. I can feel the almost spongy caress of her tongue amid the general warmth and wetness of her mouth and I flex in her mouth. Along with the movement of her hands on my balls and the base of my cock, it's like she's trying to engulf more than my penis — she wants my essence, my sexuality.

"This might sound kind of fucked up," I say to Dustin, looking at him above his fiancé's bobbing head, "but tell me, do you think you deserve this? Think about your body, your attitude, the vibe you give off. Do you think you inspire this in others? I'm not saying you never will, but right now, as you are, sitting here. Do you deserve this?"

"No," he says, his voice quiet but clear.

As if it drive the point home, Beth unwraps her lips from my cock and starts licking in long, unbroken lines from the base of my scrotum up to the shaft. She's truly lost herself in her work, and I wonder if she's even hearing the conversation around her.

"You're welcome to stay and watch if you like, but I'm going to fuck her now."

Dustin shifts in his chair, and one hand is rubbing the front of his khakis. He doesn't say anything, but his expression and body language make it clear he wants to stay.

"And listen, this doesn't have to be a sobfest for you. Enjoy watching. You don't have to worry about being bad at fucking."

His lips curl up in a wan smile. He's so much more likable now.