#68 The king of all cocks
A slender woman with long brown hair is bent over Aston’s dining table with Aston buried into her from behind, his hands pulling at her hair. He grunts when he sees me appear next to Dshawn, and he pulls out of the woman on the table. The woman rushes over to the couch to grab the fleece blanket there to cover herself up. My eyes aren’t on her, though. I’m staring at Aston’s lower regions, unable to look away.
Francesca wasn’t exaggerating when she described him.
Aston is massive.
I’ve seriously never seen a penis that big. Well, maybe once or twice. Hollister comes close, but Aston is bigger. I don’t know why I am this shocked; Aston is always bragging about his size, and Dshawn has said something to suggest that Aston has a monster in his pants, but I wasn’t expecting it to be so big, veiny, thick… Hell, it’s the king of all cocks. How does that thing even fit into a pussy without stretching it out so much that it’s too painful to enjoy? Aston pulls off the condom while I’m watching him, and I can’t help but think of how he surely has to order those at some kind of company for men with enormous penises.
“Stop looking at my dick,” Astons says, causing my eyes to move to his face. He’s smirking, not moving to cover himself up. My face is obviously giving away my shock at the sheer size of him, and he’s loving it.
“Aston!” the woman says in a high-pitched tone, throwing his boxer shorts at him.
He catches them and pulls them on, but they don’t do much to hide how huge he is. He’s not fully erect anymore, yet he’s still got a bit of a tent going on. Now that he’s not on display anymore, I finally manage to look away from him to see who the woman is. With a start, I recognize Annabel, the bitchy neighbor who made Caroline’s life hell. Oh. So they are still sleeping together? Interesting…
“What are you doing in my apartment?” Aston asks, frowning at me and Dshawn. He takes in our rumpled clothes and my crazy sex hair, a grin appearing on his face. “Ah. I see. Why here?”
“Garage,” Dshawn explains with a shrug. It’s no use denying anything now.
“Oh, motorcycle?” Aston ask, nodding. “Figured you’d get around to that sooner or later.” His eyes lock with mine and his smile turns a little rueful. “Was it everything you imagined it would be?”
I feel like he, too, is thinking about those times he tried to convince me to let him be the one to take my motorcycle virginity. And how I always told him no, that I valued our friendship too much to have sex with him. We never crossed that line, not even with a kiss, but it still feels like I did him wrong, somehow. He was the only one who knew about this, and even though he always makes jokes about my sex life and my thing for bikes, he never told anyone about my fantasy, not even Dshawn. And now I lived it out in his garage, with his bike right there… This feels weird. Really weird.
“Aston!” Annabel scolds, her voice disapproving. “How many times to I have to tell you that you can’t just ask people about their sex lives like you’re discussing what you want for dinner?”
Dshawn snorts. “That’s basically Aston’s whole personality.”
Annabel straightens her back and looks at us with a scowl on her face. She’s wrapped in a blanket that barely covers her boobs and pussy, but she looks like she’s superior to us in our clothes. “No, it’s not.”
“Chill, babe,” Aston says, smiling at her. “I’d like you to meet my best friends: Dshawn and Shaughna.”
“I’ve met them,” she snaps at him. “At Nathanial’s wedding, remember? She’s the girl you bought a vibrator for.”
Oh God. What did we get ourselves into? Obviously, Annabel isn’t keen on me, even though we’ve never really talked. How much does she know? Does she know that Aston and I have been friends for years and that conversations about sex are normal for us? That we show each other pictures of people we slept with? That we know each other’s likes and dislikes, fantasies, turn-offs, everything? Dshawn knows, and he seems fine with it, but Annabel might not think that a friendship like ours could ever truly be platonic.
And truth be told, it feels a little weird right now, in a way it never did when Aston was fucking Franny. It feels like something is shifting in all of our relationships, although I can’t quite figure out why.
“I’m Shaughna’s boyfriend,” Dshawn says, strangely relaxed in this weird-ass situation. He and Aston don’t seem nearly as affected by this as Annabel and I are. “Nice to meet you, Annabel.”
“We talked at the wedding,” she reminds him snippily. “Guess I don’t make much of an impression.”
Aston laughs at that and moves over to put an arm around her shoulders. “You’re unforgettable, babe. You know you are.” He kisses the top of her head and she melts almost instantly, leaning into him from the side with a little smile on her face. She almost looks sweet. Aston has got her wrapped around his finger from the looks of it.
“Erm…” I clear my throat, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. “Sorry we barged in here. We just wanted to take a quick shower, but obviously we should have just done that at our own place.”
“Nonsense,” Aston says, waving away my rejections. “Hop on in. Anna and I will be in the bedroom.”
“No, we won’t,” she says, rolling her eyes at him. “We should get dressed.”
“Hell no,” he grunts, pulling her closer to him. “You’re not getting dressed until we finish what we started.”
“We’re going home,” Dshawn decides with a grin. “You two have fun. And I’ll make sure to call you next time we want to borrow your garage or your shower or anything else.”
“It’s not like this hasn’t happened before.” Aston shrugs and shares a knowing look with Dshawn. “And I bet it will happen again. Besides, Shaughna finally got to see my dick. We all know she’s been wanting to get a good look at the anaconda for years now.”
Honestly, my eyes had indeed drifted to his lower regions once again, still shocked that his enormous trouser snake actually fit into Annabel. Poor woman. That must hurt when he really gets going.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I tell him, trying to pretend I’m not completely obsessed with the bulge in his shorts. “I’ve seen bigger.”
“No, you haven’t,” Aston says with a smirk. “If you had, you wouldn’t be staring at it like you want to hop right on it.”
“I’m not!” I shriek, feeling my cheeks heat up as Dshawn and Annabel both look at me with raised eyebrows. Truly, that’s not what I’m thinking at all. Yes, I’m fascinated, but no I don’t want to fuck with Aston. Never have, never will.
“Time to take my girl home before I lose her to Aston’s massive black mamba,” Dshawn decides, still amused by the whole situation. “Come on, honey, let’s leave these two crazy kids to it.”
“Kids,” Annabel scoffs. “Please.”
Aston’s booming laugh sounds behind us when we exit his apartment, making our way back down to the motorcycle that’s still in the garage.
“So… that was… interesting,” Dshawn says when he picks up my helmet and hands it to me.
“Yeah,” I agree lamely. “Interesting.”
He laughs and pulls me in for a kiss. “I can’t believe that finally, after six months of being with you, finally something has rendered you completely speechless. I should have known that Aston’s dick would end up doing the trick.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my hair and smiles down at me with that annoying amused smile. “Put on your helmet, baby. Let’s take a shower at our place before picking up my car at my mom’s.”
I nod and get onto the bike behind him, holding onto him as he drives us back home. I don’t know why, but I keep thinking about Aston. And not just about his lower legions, but him as a person. It feels like something shifted in our friendship just now, but I can’t quite figure out how or why. I’ve seen him in boxer shorts many times before and the outline of his penis has always been big, but I just never expected how huge he’d be fully erect. And I’ve caught him with girls before, including Francesca. Annabel is just one of the many. Dshawn isn’t even remotely shaken up about this, not even bothered that I was ogling his best friend’s junk, so why am I freaked out?
I shower first. Dshawn makes a joke about going for another round in the shower, but I just need a moment to myself. He frowns at that, since I never pass up on an opportunity to get him naked, but I just explain that I’m exhausted. Which isn’t even a lie, not really. Between the woods, the motorcycle and the weird encounter with Aston and Annabel, I feel drained.
Once I’m clean, I walk into the bedroom with my towel wrapped around me and call out to Dshawn so he knows the bathroom is all his. I sit on the bed for a moment, letting the towel fall down on the bed. The paintings around me still draw my attention to them. I love the one above the bed the most, the one that is basically just a collection of different tones of pink and grey, that somehow morph into two large breasts. It’s still hard to believe that Aston painted all of these. Sure, they are body parts of naked women, but they are more than that. The reason I love the paintings is that they somehow express such a tender love for the female body, a true appreciation that goes beyond sex. I try to imagine him with a paint brush in his hands, standing in front of an empty canvas, but I just can’t. I never thought of him as an artist.
Do I even truly know Aston? He called me and Dshawn his best friends earlier, and I know that he meant that. He’s my best friend as well. I trust him with my life. And still… I don’t know. I just don’t know. I feel like I need to talk to him, just to get rid of this pit in my stomach, but I wouldn’t even know where to start.
“So, Aston, I saw your massive dick and now I suddenly want to have an intense heart-to-heart about the true meaning of our friendship. Oh, and let’s talk about the paintings you made of boobs and vaginas.”
Yeah… NO. Not happening.
“Hey honey.” Dshawn sits down on the bed as well, hugging me from behind. “I figured you’d be dressed by now.”
I shrug and lean into him, enjoying how gentle he is with me in moments like this. “I was just… sitting. Thinking. Looking at the paintings.”
Dshawn follows my gaze and rests his chin on my shoulder. His hands slowly move up my body until they’re cupping my breasts. “Yeah, they’re beautiful, aren’t they? Such a shame Aston stopped painting. It was all he did in high school. Art was the only class he was actually good at. Well, and sports, of course.”
“Are they just boobs, or did he have someone model for him?”
“Aston has been charming the pants off of any girl he ever met since he was 14,” Dshawn replies with a smile in his voice. “I’m sure he’s seen enough naked woman to be able to paint them from memory alone. He told me that he once painted a girl he was sleeping with, and he gave her the painting, so I guess that he did use a model sometimes. I have no idea who these girls are…” He gestures around us. “I just always loved his art.”
“Your mother saved them, right?” I ask, remembering what Dshawn said when my parents were here for dinner. “When Aston wanted to throw them out?”
“Yeah… I think that’s a story Aston should tell you himself,” Dshawn says softly, his hands still softly caressing my breasts, making it hard for me to keep up a normal conversation. “I thought you already knew all of this, considering how open you guys are with each other.”
That’s exactly what is bothering me, I guess. Aston has been my friend since I went to college at 18, and the past few years he truly became one of the people I trust most in the world, yet I didn’t even know he used to paint. And from what Dshawn is hinting at now, there is more to that story, something personal that he doesn’t want to tell me, because it’s not his story to tell. I remember the look on Annabel’s face when she said that there’s more to Aston’s personality then just sex. Does she know things I don’t?
“What’s wrong?” Dshawn asks, finally catching onto my weird mood. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No!” I hurry to assure him. “Not at all. Today was amazing. Better than amazing.”
“Yeah,” he grunts, squeezing my boobs before pinching my nipples. “It was. The woods were fun, but the motorcycle… We’re definitely doing that again.”
“Hmm…” I murmur, sinking into him while one of his hands moves down between my legs, teasing my outer lips softly. “Yeah…”
“We should really head over to my mom’s place,” Dshawn says wistfully, removing his hands from my body with a sigh.
“Or…” I start, turning slightly so I can look at him. “You could text her to ask her if we can come over for dinner later. We’ve got the whole day together without anything we have to do. You know she’d love it if we came over to play with the kids before their bedtime. And that would give us a few more hours to do whatever we want.”
“Whatever we want?” he repeats, his brown eyes sparkling dangerously. “I like the sound of that.”
I let my eyes wander down his naked body, pausing at his penis. It’s not nearly as big as Aston’s, but it’s still a little larger than average. And… it’s Dshawn’s. My boyfriend’s. If this is the only penis that will get to be inside of me for the rest of my life, I will be perfectly happy with that. More than happy. Grateful. I love this man, this gorgeous, sweet, gentle, caring, sexy, muscular man.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Dshawn asks, drawing my attention back to his face.
“Because I love you,” I state simply before letting my body fall back on the bed, stretching out on the soft blankets. “Let’s cuddle for a while.”
He immediately joins me, pulling me against his body. I press my nose against his chest and inhale deeply, the familiar scent of oranges invading my senses. My hand moves up to play with the cute curls on his head, making him grunt.
“I should run the clippers over it soon.”
“No!” I argue, pulling softly at a curl. “I love your hair. It’s so soft and curly… Please, just let it grow out a little more.”
“I hate it,” he grunts, rolling onto his back, away from me. “It’s unmanageable and makes my head hot.”
Laughing, I climb on top of him, straddling his waist. “Yeah, it sure makes you look hot, baby.”
He grabs my hips and moves me a little so I’m grinding against him. His dick twitches and starts getting hard against me, making me moan.
“We already fucked today,” he murmurs, one hand moving up to cup my face. “How about we make love now?”
I lean down to kiss him softly before lifting my hips just enough for him to slide into me. He always gets me wet and ready to go in no time at all. This time, we move slowly and take plenty of time to kiss and explore each other’s skin with our fingertips. It takes forever before we both get off, but I like it that way. It’s just so nice to be together like this. I’ve never had this with someone before him, not even with Melchior, who I truly did love, even though it was a twisted, wrong kind of love. Dshawn makes me feel like I found it. My one. The person who will always be there for me.
“Love you,” he whispers when I finally roll off of him.
“Me too,” I murmur, kissing his cheek. “So much.”