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The day following the events described in "The Break-Up."
"You can do it here, with me. It might help you. Anyway, as you can see, I'm not a porn star," I joked.
"Maybe you are right. What the hell, I should be proud of myself!"
Then, he approached me, still with the towel around his waist. He went right in front of me. I was sitting in the bed, so I was about to have a close-up view. That was not exactly what I had in mind, and I felt uncomfortable with the situation, but I did not wanted to do anything that could ruin his moment.
In slow motion, he started to take off the towel. At that point, I was a little curious. 'How small will it be?' I thought to myself.
"Are you ready?" he asked me.
"Yes buddy, don't worry, free yourself," I responded.
"Ok, here we go."
He took off completely the towel. My mind was not prepared for what it came next. It was like when you see a picture and you do not recognize it until several seconds, and then it comes to you suddenly.
"You are a bastard!" it was the only thing I was able to say. The mother fucker hung like a horse. I could not believe it, he had tricked me all the night just to humiliate me.
"Oh, came on! don't be so rude. This is my surprise for you."
"What do you mean with 'surprise'? This is humiliating."
"Ok, ok, I'm sorry, I have played with you, but after all now we know each other."
"I know shit about you!" I told him with angry voice.
"Easy, guy. Let me change a little my story and you will get the full picture. Those gorgeous women that I am with? they melt when I show them my cock. You cannot imagine what is like to be desired in such a way. But as I told you, I like challenges, and I love to seduce them and being able to see that look in their faces the first time that they see it, I'm addicted to that."
He was right about one thing, I could not imagine it. I felt devastated. I looked at his cock, it was so different to mine... It was totally soft and it looked like like a low hanging fruit. I finally told him: "if you get all that you want, why doing this to me?"
"I'm not doing anything. I just wanted to have a little fun, after all we are in this hotel room because of you, and don't forget that you will take credit of what I did today."
"Yes, that's right, but..."
"BUT, it was you who told me that you stare at big cocks like mine. Listen, you wanted to help me to feel better when you thought that I was... like you. That was very kind of you, now I just want to do the same thing for you."
I had no answer for that, so I simply said: "and how do you plan to do it?"
"I know exactly what to do to stop your anguish, but I need you to trust me."
"Trust you? How could I? I know you, you want to trick me again to humiliate me even more."
"I won't trick you, I swear to God. Please, let me help you to feel better."
"Ok, you win." I reluctantly responded.
"Good. I want you to look at my cock carefully."
"I don't want..." I started to protest.
"Come on! It wan't harm you, just a little."
"Ok, I'm doing so."
"Now, this is the key: You have stared at big cocks for too long, we both know that. You need to trespass the screen, be part of the scene. Now it's your chance to do it, and deep inside you know you want it, otherwise you would not stare at them in the first place. This is the real thing, touch it, feel it. That way you will know if you really like it or not. I swear that no one will ever know. Don't say anything, don't think about anything, just do it," he told me in a commanding voice.
And I did it. I took it in my hand. It was soft, heavy, warm. What I felt had nothing to do with touching my own dick. It was like a different gender than mine.
"How do you feel?" he asked me.
"I don't know, nervous," I responded.
"I would say that something more than nervous. Look at your little dick."
I did it. "It's hard," I told him with surprise.
"It's ok, no regrets. You want to see mine hard, right?"
"Great! do it for me, baby, get it hard. Use both hands," he told me with a soft voice.
He came closer to me.