Thanks for everyone who commented so positively on the first part.......
This is a work of fiction. All names and places are fictional. It contains mild incestuous voyeurism and continues in the same vein as the first part. Hopefully you'll enjoy.
He'd said it. He'd actually asked to see Arnold's cock! Jack couldn't quite believe what was happening. A few minutes ago, they'd been sitting together, drinking a beer and chatting about......he couldn't remember. Whatever it was, it didn't matter anymore because, after what he'd just said, Jack knew everything was about to change.
He sat nervously waiting for Arnold's reaction, watching the old man's big hands gripping the arms of his chair as he leaned forward. Arnold didn't say a word. The silence was palpable and Jack began to anticipate the worst. Most likely some form of "gotcha" that would soon be spreading around the village like wildfire. Maybe something worse. Something Jack couldn't quite imagine as his eyes fixated on the old man's huge bulk rising. He was regretting it now and was beyond nervous. Physically trembling.
With his heart pounding, so hard he began to feel lightheaded, Jack's vision blurred. Blinking and squeezing his eyelids tightly, trying to regain his focus, he watched Arnold walking the few short steps towards him, moving in snapshots. With one final blink he was there, standing right in front of him. Jack could almost feel the heat of the old man's bulge, fighting against the constraints of his shorts, warming his flushed face. This was the closest he'd ever been to another man's cock, but after years of ridicule, he still couldn't shake the sense of foreboding.
"It's ok, Jack," Arnold's voice drifted down reassuringly. "Ain't nothing wrong with 2 men having a bit of fun. You've done the hard bit. Now all you have to do is pull my shorts down and you'll get to see what you've been wanting to see all week."
Without realising he'd stopped breathing, Jack exhaled. It wasn't a joke or some kind of cruel ruse. Arnold really was going to let him see it. Jack's tiny cock was spilling precum at such a rate, his groin was sopping wet. He watched his own trembling hands rising up, as if he was just a bystander watching on. They looked so small against Arnolds huge belly before disappearing under the T-shirt. Fumbling to find the waistband, Arnold's flesh felt warm and taut and furry before his fingertips slipped behind the elasticated material.
"That's it, Jack," he heard the old man say. "You're doing fine. Don't be frightened. Ain't nothing to be scared of."
The first thing he saw was a thick mass of black pubic hair as he gently pulled the shorts down. There looked to be more hair above Arnold's cock than he had on his whole body. It glistened as the evening sunlight danced across the each wiry strand. A little lower and the base of the old man's cock came into view. It looked thick. Much thicker than his brother's. The skin looked darker too.
Jack tried to swallow as his heartbeat increased in anticipation, but his mouth was too dry. Having to pull a little harder, he moved his hands wider to get the waistband over Arnolds hips and then his huge upper thighs. Slowly, inch by inch, more of his cock came into view until with a sudden pop, it sprang out, bouncing briefly before quickly settling at a 45 degree upward slant.
"There you go, Jack," Arnold said softly. "I think he's happy to see you."
He heard the words, but, well, he didn't. Jack's thoughts were running at light speed, threatening to overwhelm him. It was all too much for him to take in at once. Surprisingly, it was the smell hit him first. He just didn't expect it, but why would he? This wasn't some fantasy. This was real and the musky, sweaty, soapy yet sweet scent hit him like a hammer blow. Far from being unpleasant, it was the shock that caused him to recoil. Actually, the scent was........good?
"Is this the first 'man cock' you've seen, Jack?" Arnold asked, his voice thick with excitement. He always enjoyed the additional thrill of these "first time" moments.
Jack could only sit there motionless. Arnold's cock was long. Longer than his brother's, but not by much. It was a lot thicker though. Close up, it looked twice as thick and unlike Mark and himself, it was uncut. The foreskin looked taut around the helmet, which was just poking out, purple and swollen and wet. Precum was oozing from the deep looking hole at the tip. The thick, dark, curved shaft was riddled with veins, some small, some larger. But there was one really thick vein that mesmerised him. It ran the whole length along the left hand side, from the base to the very tip of the foreskin, bulging and straining. Truthfully, Arnold's cock was kind of ugly, yet disturbingly beautiful, rhythmically throbbing as if it had it's own life force.
Jack bllnked and looked towards Arnold's scrotum. The skin, the same tone as his cock, looked tight beneath the mop of curly hair that covered it. Tight but large. He could clearly see each testicle nestled snugly inside. Just one looked to be bigger than both his own small balls. His eyes shifted back. For a whole week Jack had been trying to imagine this. Trying to conjure up an image of what Arnold's cock would look like and suddenly there it was. Big, thick and beautifully ugly, throbbing and dripping right in front of him. It was scary. It was real........and it kind of took his breath away.
"That, Jack," he heard the old man proudly announce. "Is 7 and a half inches of pure fucking man meat. You can hold it if you like." It wasn't the first time he'd used that line. Arnold had learned a long time ago that he was gifted with a decent sized, thick cock. Cocksuckers, gay or not, loved it. Bottoms loved it even more when it stretched their arseholes. Jack would too......in time.
He didn't mind the old man's blatant pride. It was "pure fucking man meat." He had every right to brag, didn't he? He had every right to feel proud. If he had a cock like Arnold's, he would brag too. Nobody would look at him and laugh. Nobody would wiggle their little finger and call him "peewee" or "girlyboy." But he didn't have a cock like Arnold's. This cock, Arnold's cock, was wider than his was long. He couldn't even begin to fathom what it would be like to have a cock as big, as thick, as hairy and as beautiful as the one one he was looking at.
For the first time in what seemed like an age, Jack spoke. "H....hold it?" he stuttered. "But......this......I'm....." Words wouldn't form. Jack couldn't think straight.
"Ain't no use just looking at it, Jack. Start with my balls if you like," he encouraged.
He didn't even contemplate he had any choice because his hand was already moving. Tentatively reaching out, Jack cupped Arnold's scrotum, the coarse hairs tickling his palm. It felt warm and humid and his balls felt heavy and big, filling his whole hand easily. The comparison to his own tiny hairless sack was......well, there really was no comparison. Arnold's cock twitched lazily and a string of glistening precum fell to rest just above Jack's wrist, momentarily linking them together before breaking at the tip and falling to his forearm.
