“Mr. Clean,” he grinned now, folding his arms over his chest as he stood there. Short of wearing an earring in his ear, which I’d half expected to see, he honestly did look like the cartoon character of the same name. “Where is the party?”
“Yeah, come on in,” I said, stepping back, only now very much aware of my own nudity as I did so. Even Mr. Clean as he called himself looked down as he passed me by, noticing it. But his attention was immediately drawn towards the bed where all the real activity was still going on.
“Sorry I’m late,” he announced, and then without any further hesitation, began removing his clothes.
**
Now I’ll be the first to admit I’ve seen a few really big cocks, though mostly in porn movies and magazines. And not saying that neither Mike nor Bob didn’t have pretty good-sized pricks themselves, they did. But the thing hanging between Mr. Cleans legs as I saw it, didn’t even remotely resemble a penis. It was more like a hanging tree trunk! I for one had never seen anything like it, and it wasn’t even fucking hard yet!
The moment the giant had come into the room, all activity just seemed to stop, except oddly enough for Kay who continued knobbing Mike’s prick as she seemed to have really gotten into it. Mike on the other hand stood looking at Mr. Clean with a wide-eyed look of surprise on his face, just as we all were save for Cujo who grinned at him appreciatively.
“Glad you got my message,” she told him formally introducing him to everyone, including Kay who now somewhat reluctantly removed her mouth from Mike’s cock, her eyes suddenly growing wide as she only then looked over towards him.
“Holy shit! Now you know why I’m a lesbian!” she announced garnering a round of laughter upon hearing her say that, especially as she’d been sitting there sucking a man’s cock.
“He affectionately goes by the name of Mr. Clean, which is what a majority of us who know him, call him,” she said.
“Cujo…” his deep voice began with what sounded like a bit of a warning, but she waved him off.
“But, he also has another name that those of us who are in fact even closer to him also call him by, and that is the bald-headed virgin.”
“You’re…you’re still a virgin?” June asked incredulously.
“Yeah, believe it or not, I still am. Thirty eight years old, and never once found a woman who was either willing…or capable of taking this,” he said, reaching down with both hands, lifting it up like it actually was a piece branch off a tree. “Some few have tried, but so far no one’s succeeded in actually doing it. So in the technical sense of the word…yeah, I still am.”
“I can see fucking why!” FC stated still eye-balling the massive prick hanging down between his legs, as thick around as her wrist if not bigger and still obviously flaccid. “Just how fucking big does it get anyway?” She curiously asked, asking the question that I think most nearly everyone else had wanted to, but didn’t.
“Why am I not surprised to be asked that?” He laughed. “Once people see me, that’s usually the first question they ask. So I’ll give you the same answer I give everyone else. I don’t honestly know. I’ve never actually measured it, and have no intention of ever doing so, or letting anyone else throw a yardstick against it either,” he laughed boisterously. “All I ever tell anyone is it’s too big, and yet just right, though I don’t really have much say in the matter now do I? So take that for whatever it’s worth.”
Even the mushroomed head of Bob’s prick seemed small in comparison, making me feel like a little boy again in comparison to that.
“So when’s the last time you even got that monster off?” Cujo asked, leading him over towards the bed, hanging onto his prick as she did so, which looked oddly weird as it seemed to stretch out a good foot or more away from him as she did so.
“I dunno, a week? Week and a half?” He grinned hopefully.
Cujo giggled. “I’d imagine then you’re due for a major eruption.”
“More than,” he said, winking at her. “Though you might need some help with it all when you do. As big of a cum slut as I know you are, I can almost fucking guarantee it will be too much for you even.”
“Girls? Anyone want to give me a hand here? Actually…several of them?” She laughed loudly, her own two hands barely able to even wrap around his still flaccid prick as he crawled up into the bed lying on his back.
“I’m good,” Kay said, turning back towards Mike. “I think I’ll finish what I started with here…one step at a time you know,” she now actually laughed, still shaking her head over the enormity of the massive cock laying halfway up Mr. Cleans belly. To me…it looked like a fucking snake sitting there, a small boa constrictor in fact.
FC and June both now joined Cujo as the three of them wrapped their hands around Mr. Cleans penis club, holding it up in order to fully stroke it, doing so hand over hand as it were as he slowly began to stiffen. Mesmerized, both Bob and I took a seat sitting down as though watching a magic show, watching as the giant’s prick slowly grew to even more gigantic proportions than he already was.
“People used to say I was hung like a horse,” Bob announced. “But this is the first time where I’d say that statement even comes close to actually describing the size of that dick!”
He was right about that, though I was somewhat amazed that my much smaller cock had actually begun to rise again. Watching the three women as they sat there together, all six hands working the man’s prick, was an interesting exercise to say the least. Even Mike’s sudden deep-throated groan didn’t immediately alert me to the fact he was actually reaching climax, so engrossed in what I was seeing that it took a moment for me to realize that he was.
Kay pulled her mouth away from the man’s prick moments later, the tip of the condom filled to near overflowing with his semen.
“Not bad for the first time,” he said, praising her. “Anything you’d like me to do in return for that?” He wondered.
She looked over towards the bed. “You probably wouldn’t like it if I were to tell you,” she said easily, laughing.
Mike glanced over as well, now laughing himself. “You’re probably right…I bet I wouldn’t.”
Kay was content now to sit there on the end of the bed, once again spreading her legs as she went back to finger-fucking herself momentarily. “Didn’t you say you brought some toys with you?” She asked, speaking to June.
“Sure did,” June responded back, both of her hands surrounding the tip of Mr. Cleans prick as she rubbed them together as though attempting to start a fire with the man’s pole. “In that bag…James? Would you mind handing it to her?” she asked me.