Old Friends
I was head-banging to Nirvana's "Smells like Teen Spirit" playing on my car radio, tapping my hands on the steering wheel to the beat. Fucking love this song, I thought to myself. I was so excited, because I was on my way to meet my old friend, Cory. Once I stopped at a red light, I took out a picture of me and him together. We took this picture during the summer of 4 years ago. It was at his family's barbeque in celebration of graduation. We were on our way to college. I studied the picture, seeing how we looked back then. I realized I had changed a bit. The, dark brown, shoulder-length, skater boy hair I used to have is now a neatly trimmed crew cut. I have virtually no acne now, which made my tan skin seem to glow. I got rid of my braces, so now all that was in my mouth was a pearly smile. I then looked at Cory in the picture.
Korgesh (or Cory, as his friends called him) was an orc and had all the common traits of an orc: moss-colored skin, pointy ears, and tusks that extended from his lower jaw out of his mouth. He was tall in this picture (6 feet if I remember correctly), but, unlike most orcs, he was relatively thin, has more of a runner's build than that of a quarterback. I looked at the hat Cory was wearing. I got that green snapback from him as a graduation present; it said "It's not easy being green." I smiled, thinking about how much he loved that hat. When the red light turned green, I put away the picture and kept on driving.
I finally arrived at Cory's apartment. I texted him to let him know I was here. After a minute of waiting, an enormous figure opened the door and embraced my in a tight, rib-crushing bear hug. "Haha! Arty, it's so good to see you, man." The figure says cheerfully in a deep, baritone voice. _No way,_I thought to myself, recognizing the voice. The figure released me and I looked up to see his face. His amber eyes were full of joy and had a wide, tusked smile. "Oh, wow, Cory!" I said, amazed at my friend's transformation. He had grown about 6 inches taller; the top of my head only reached his clavicle. He had a goatee and his wavy, raven hair was tied in a ponytail. He wore the same cap I got him 4 years ago.
What struck me the most about him was his body. He must have been exercising three times a day; his muscles were enormous and what he was wearing showed them off really well. He wore a gray wife beater so tight over his torso, it looked like it was painted on; it showed off his pecs and abs extremely well. Over that, he had on a blue sleeveless denim jacket, showing off his massive arms and the tribal band around his left bicep. He had put on a pair of black sweatpants over his legs; they were thick and looked like he could crush watermelons between them. "Well, don't just stand there, Arty. Come in," Cory said eagerly, placing his large, green hand on my back, leading me into the building.
His apartment was nice, about 900 sq. ft. with the quality of a condo. The whole place was spotless and smelled of Lysol. The light shining through the windows filled the rooms with a warm glow. I looked into the living room and saw an impressive 40 inch flat-screen hooked up to a Wii. The Wii was active and, on the TV, was the start menu of a very familiar game. The soundtrack of the powerful brass section and gentle strings filled me with nostalgia.
"Is that what I think it is?" I inquired excitedly.
Cory nodded, taking a seat on the couch in front of the TV. "Yep. Super Smash Bros Brawl. Remember playing this all those years ago?"
"Yeah, and I kicked your ass so much, I left bruises,"
"I've gotten better over the years. Care to try me."
"I would play, but I wouldn't wanna embarrass you, ya know?"
"That's big talk, little man. Why don't you put your money where your mouth is, huh?" The big orc tossed me a controller.
I took a seat on the couch next to him. "Heh, this will be over very quickly."
He pressed start. We decided to do a 3-stock match on the Final Destination map. I chose to play as Mr. Game-and-Watch and Cory chose Captain Falcon. Once we started battling, I noticed that Cory had gotten pretty good. He deftly dodged and blocked almost every attack of mine. I glanced at him, very impressed with his skill. Before I knew it, I ended up staring at him. His handsome face bore a pearly, white smile: a look of pride from knowing that he was winning. My gaze drifted downward. I stared at his large chest. The emerald, muscular masses were mountainous, threatening to rip through the tank top; the chasm between them seemed large enough for me to fit my hand in. I felt myself blushing, getting hotter by the second.
"FALCON PUUUNCH!!" I heard from the TV. It snapped me out of my trance. Captain Falcon's fiery fist had hit Mr. Game-and-Watch so hard, it sent him flying out of the arena, KOing him.
"OH YEAH! One stock down, two more to go. Who's leaving bruises now?" Cory shouted enthusiastically. I shook my head, got back to reality, and went back to the game.
After the game (which Cory won), Cory ordered a large, pepperoni pizza for us. Once it arrived and we started eating, we began to talk. We reminisced about our childhood, and our experiences in high school and college, and the ever popular topic of relationships.
"So, have you started dating yet?"
I hesitated a bit. I was gay, but when I came out, I did lose a lot of friends. However, I wasn't sure if I was ready to lose this friend. I decided to speak vaguely about my ex-boyfriend. "Well, I'm not dating now, but I did have a special someone."
"Oh, really?" the orc asked, raising an eyebrow with increasing intrigue.
"Yeah, that someone meant a lot to me." I brought the can up to my lips and drank from it.
"I'm glad your boyfriend treated you so well."
I spit out my soda, coughing. I looked at him, surprised. "H-how did you know I dated a guy? How did you know I was gay?"
Cory guffawed; his laugh bounced off the walls. "Dude, no offense, but the last person to realize you were gay was you. It was so obvious you were in the closet. You were so far in the closet, you found old Christmas presents. You were so far in the closet, you were dancing in Narnia. You were so far in the closet..."
"Okay, Okay, I get it." I said, interrupting his chain of bad jokes.
Cory chuckled, putting his arm around my shoulders. "I don't care about you being gay, Arty. I like you the way you are."
I smiled, relieved that I wouldn't lose him because of my sexuality.
"So...did you lose your V-card to him?"
"Wow, you're so nosy, Cory. Well, if you must know, I didn't lose it to him. His name was Darrell and he was my third boyfriend. I lost my virginity to my first. What about you, Cory? I sure a stud like you got laid in your first three days on campus."
His smile turned upside down. "I wish. I've been having the worst luck with dating and sex."
"Don't tell me it's because you're an orc. Fucking racists."
"No, no, no. Nothing like that. It's because when I get in bed with someone, they can't take me."
"What do you mean they can't take you?"
"Here. Look." He took his arm of my shoulders and placed his hands on his inner thigh, rubbing the bulge within his sweats, outlining it for me to see. I look down at where he was rubbing; my eyes widened to the size of saucers. The bulge was enormous. It was a little more than halfway to his knee. Darrell was about 9" erect. The monster in those sweats was about the same length, much thicker, and still completely soft.
"Holy shit, dude!" I shouted flabbergastedly.
"Yeah," he sighed, "this thing has caused me hell. I've tried oral, but girls can barely take the head and that's barely enough to get me off. Don't even get me started on vaginal sex. I remember this one time..."
Cory continued his story, but I had zoned out. I was too busy staring at his crotch. My mind boggled at how much the green-skin was packing. I continued to stare at it, until a large, green hand touched my chin and lifted my head until I was looking at his eyes.
"Arty, were you staring at my cock just now?"
My face blushed strawberry red. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to. I couldn't help it. You're so big and sexy and I could take it way better than those girls." I covered my mouth at that last sentence, not believing what I said.
Cory smiled reassuringly, "Dude, relax. I'm not gonna be mad at anyone who compliments me. Thanks." He put his hand on his chin, considering something. "Do you really think you can take it better?"
I arched my eyebrow, wondering where this was going. "Um...yeah, watch." I head to the kitchen and come back with a banana, about 8" long. I hold the stem in my hand and position the end towards my mouth. Opening my mouth, I ease the fruit in, inch by inch. After a moment, the entire banana was in my mouth. I look out of the corner of my eye, seeing Cory. His jaw dropped at the amount I could take. I pulled the banana out, placed it back on the kitchen counter, and sat back down on the couch. I looked down at the big orc's crotch, noticing the bulge had gotten bigger.
"Um," I pointed to his crotch, drawing Cory's attention to it. "Did I do that?"
Cory looked down at his own groin. "Yeah, I guess you did. Wanna come and take care of it? It's not going down on its own, ya know?"
"Wait. Aren't you straight?"
"I do prefer girls, but I can't resist a cutie like yourself. You're a really good-looking guy, Arty." Cory fished in his sweats and pulled out the massive phallus, letting it rest on his thigh. He put his arms on the back of the couch and turned to me with a smug grin. "What do you think?"
I sat there, frozen in shock. The cock in front of me was beyond my imagination. I didn't think a cock this size actually existed. It was about a foot long, uncut, and as thick as my wrist. It was a slightly darker shade of green with veins almost as thick as my pinky criss-crossing it. The fat head was slightly protruding out of the foreskin; a bead of clear precum poked out of the tip. Cory flexed the big shaft, making it bounce up and down in front of my face. "Look, Arty," Cory teased, "It's waving at you. It's saying hello. I think it likes you." My eyes followed the metronome-like movement, until I reached to grab the large organ. It was heavy and my fingers could barely wrap around its girth, much thicker than the banana. I felt it pulse and throb in my grip; the veins, pumping it full of blood. "Don't be shy, Arty. Give it a taste."
I took up his offer and let out my tongue. I licked his cock slowly from the base all the way up. A soft moan escaped from the big orc's lips, the cock throbbed faster against my tongue. When I made it to the head, I pulled down the thick foreskin and wrapped my lips around the head. Cory grunted. His cock must be so sensitive, I thought, I guess it's been awhile for him. I proceeded to sink more of the big, green meat into my mouth; about 5" were successfully in my maw. I wrapped my left hand around the phallus, stroking the remaining 7". My right hand went into his sweats, feeling for his balls. When I felt them, I gently pulled them out of his sweats. Oh wow, I thought as I marveled at them; they were green like the rest of Cory's body, nestled in black pubic hair, and about the size of apples. I hefted one of them in my palm. It filled it completely and the weight was very considerable. I rubbed and stroked them, feeling them move and churn out more sperm. Cory's moans grew louder. His eyes were shut and his face was red, straining, trying not to cum too fast. "Fuck, Arty," Cory said through his moaning and panting, "you're doing great, really great."
I winked at him. You ain't seen nothing yet, I thought. I repositioned myself, straightening out my neck to take in more of his cock. I took a deep breath through my nose and sunk in three more inches. "Oh, fuck" Cory grunted as I deep-throated him, bobbing my head up and down eight inches and stroking the other four with my left hand.
It's been about 15 minutes, but the orc was close, really close. His forehead and brow were covered in sweat; his cock, throbbing wildly in my maw. "Holy shit, *pant* I'm gonna cum soon. *moan* Do you swallow?" Cory asked. I nodded or tried to with a cock in my throat. I knew a trick that would send him over. I took both of his heavy balls in my hands and squeezed. "GRAAAH!!" Cory roared. His balls seized upwards and his cock shuddered as it shot out cum.
It felt like I stuck a fire hose in my mouth. He shot long, thick streams into me. I swallowed as much as I could, but it was no use. Much of it trickled out the corners of my mouth. Once the spurting stopped, I slowly pulled the softening cock out, gripping the shriveling shaft as the head popped out.
"Oh God, man, you're amazing. That was the best blowjob I've ever had."
"Thanks. Glad you liked it." I said as I wiped my mouth clean. The soft shaft started growing, getting hard. I was shocked. Even after cumming so much, his cock was ready to go.
"So, are you ready for round two?" Cory asked with a leer.
I gulped nervously, slightly dreading what would be to come.
To be continued