When I met Lorenzo, I thought we had created a bond in which there was a serious brotherhood. He dated my best friend Ander, he respected my boyfriend Enrique, he respected me. We were the tops, Ander and Enrique the bottoms. I thought this had created a complicity between us, as if we recognized each other as equals.
I had no idea all that would change this summer, from the moment my boyfriend saw him on the beach, the entire front of his swim trunks filled. Imagining what the insane bulge in Lorenzo's swimwear was hiding was what ignited in my boyfriend a desire to be fucked by a cock much bigger than mine.
Because of that wish, the situation spiraled out of control and reached the current scenario. Enrique contacted an old boyfriend, Max, authoritarian, with a big dick, who almost turned me into a permanent cuck. This would have happened if not for the interference of Lorenzo, my buddy. In a way, I thought he saved me.
That's because, as everyone found out, if Max's dick was big, Lorenzo's cock was gigantic, bigger than any known porn star's. If Max posed as a Dom, next to Lorenzo he was a sub. Combined with the fact that Lorenzo was a musclebound stud, my buddy demonstrated that he was the true alpha guy among them. He had dominated Max in a very brutal way, turning a bull into an obedient puppy.
It scared me too. For the first time in my life, another guy interceded for me, solving my problems. But he ended up creating others, completely different. I became mesmerized by the weight and height of his cock. And, as much as I hated to admit it, I couldn't think of anything else.
In different ways, Enrique, Max and I had been dominated by him. Max's transformation to a power bottom was complete. I watched in shock as Enrique's ex-boyfriend, a self-assured top with extensive ass-eating experience, turned into a dutiful cocksucker. In my case, also a power top, that guy was breaking down all my defenses.
And by then he had given me one last option: either I would be fucked in the ass by his huge cock, or I would be made a cuckold. What I once thought was reciprocity, respect, even a little bromance, had turned into submission, hierarchy.
"I'll help you make a decision," Lorenzo said. "Fix your eyes in my big cock. Stare at ease and notice every detail."
Sitting on one of the lounge chairs next to the swimming pool, legs apart, Lorenzo tilted his cock forward with one hand, displaying it with pride. Panting and drenched in sweat from the heat, he looked even more bestial. Lorenzo's muscular pectorals bounced, perfectly sculpted.
I can't lie. It felt good to look at his cock without feeling myself worried. I had to admit that, as muscular and masculine as we all were, the heft of his big cock was the most outstanding attribute between us.
It was not just insanely thick and immense. It had the right proportions, manly pubes, the ideal veins, a huge nutsack that hung super heavy and low with the weight of his bull balls. Fuck. Fuck. What a stunning, meaty cock, with its absurd length that extended past his belly button.
Sensing my reaction, he smirked, which helped to create an atmosphere of utter self-confidence and intimidation on his part. He finally snapped me out of my trance with a statement:
"I will train you now. Come here and touch my big dick. You want it, don't you?" he bragged. Train me? What was he suggesting? I was the trainer after all. Despite that, when confronted, I shook my head slowly, denoting a little concern. With a nonchalant arrogance, he spread his thighs further.
"Max will demonstrate what you have to do to make it right," he added. The former power top Max grabbed the wide base of the Italian thick shaft. There was room for a second and for a third hand, next to where the large head was oozing pre-cum. I knew the space was reserved for me.
Eagerly, I was waiting for a signal that would authorize my participation. "Come here. Sharing is caring, boy," Lorenzo said smugly. I was pure heart racing and cold sweat when I touched him. It was so different from touching mine. Stouter, heavier. An alpha cock indeed.
"Come here", Max invited me. He was so handsome, with his trimmed beard and piercing eyes. He kissed me with his soft lips, while scratching my skin with his beard. It was a tender kiss, passionate, of two persons sharing the same vulnerability. He guided my hand and, together, we wrapped them around Lorenzo's thick cock. He was giving us a lesson on girth. "Do you see, boys? That's why a man like me always need two subs at once." It made sense because the grip was perfect that way. The vast thickness was indeed suitable for our two hands.
As he sat in the pool chair with his hands clasped behind his neck, he invited our two hungry mouths to vie for the best angles to suck him. While kissing me, Max licked the head of his cock, inviting me to follow his steps. I tried to resist. Max held my head, making sure my mouth stayed opening for his tongue. Slowly he took me next to Lorenzo's massive shaft. And then it became too late to run away. I had no idea how that would fit into my mouth, but I realized they were expecting me to try it. And so I went for it, surely inexperienced. I started slow, clumsy, exploring the area just under the head. It was driving me crazy. The smell, the stiffness, the challenge.
A sense of satisfaction grew as I became able to get more of it in my mouth. Max, on the other hand, had become more than a cocksucker, he had been changing into a cocklover, surpassing even his ex-boyfriends Rodrigo and Enrique skills. Even if the Alpha Italian's cock was too big to get into his mouth, his attempts and desire to swallow him fully compensated the impossible task of deep throating something so large.
As he said he would, Lorenzo had dominated us tops with surprising ease. It must have been energizing for him. The tattooed Italian stud then let a long, drawn-out spit fall between us. His cock was already all drooled, licked by us. His big head tasted like pre-cum. He produced a lot of it. "Ok, boys, keep your hands together around the shaft. Recognize the scent. You need to take deep breaths around my crotch and balls." Fuck. Scent training? He was being very verbal, commanding. I felt I was in his power.
