My friends were a little surprised when I blew them off for yet another Friday night. Of course, I didn't tell them the real reason I wasn't coming... Getting off in The Purple Challenge was so much easier than going out and picking up chicks! I didn't need to pay for any dates or pretend to be interested in whatever they had to say... No, the only thing I needed to do was show up, whip out my huge dick and then just collect my winnings! I was growing more and more confident. I started to believe that I could really become the champion of this challenge - if there was such a thing anyway.
Today, I really wanted a nice, eager mouth on my cock again. Or maybe even an eager ass, if the guy decided to take it up to the next level. I didn't get to that just yet, I guess my dick was big enough for most guys to just give up once they saw it. But maybe tonight was gonna be the lucky night! I dressed as I usually did at this pub - macho, but not too macho, trying not to look as confident as I was in winning - that could scare off some of the more cowardly players.
Just like before, I was able to find the place effortlessly. My dick twitched reflexively as I saw the familiar main door in the distance. Who would imagine that a desperate, random place like this would make for so many memories...
I entered, once again passing the bar without a glance and going straight for the bathrooms. Even though it seemed like a busy night, the toilets were empty. That meant that I would have to wait for another player. Very well, then. I went around the corner, like I usually did, leaned against the wall and reached for my phone to kill some time.
Practically the same second I reached for it was when I heard the entrance of the bathroom open. I didn't pay much mind to it - after all, the bathrooms were also used by the non-players of this pub - but then I saw a silhouette in my peripheral vision in the doorframe to the "playing" room. A rather large one, too.
I decided to pay some attention to this stranger. He was a big motherfucker. Easily 6.5", with shoulders wide enough to fill most of the doorframe. A bald head full of tattoos, eyes with a nondescript look, thick mustache and a leather jacket, complete with a thick chain around his neck and his wrist as well. Thick, heavy belt buckle. Most of his clothing was pierced by metal in some way. The only thing that was standing out from his outfit was the purple bracelet around his wrist.
An interesting challenge.
He didn't say a word at first, he just walked right up to me at a slow pace. He did know how to put on a performance, that was for sure. When he was close enough for me to smell his cheap deodorant, he stopped.
"Hey," he said, his deep voice echoing through the bathrooms. My eyes met his.
"Hey," I responded, voice flat.
It was a tough call. He was pretty big, and I didn't really have guys of his frame "mapped out". He could have a big dick. But everything about his demeanor screamed otherwise - the way he walked, the way he talked, the way he dressed... Was he actually as tough as he clearly wanted the world to think, or was he just about as confident as the other guys that I met here?
His huge paw landed on the tiled wall behind me without a warning, it was sudden enough for me to flinch - I reprimanded myself in my head for that. He grinned as he saw me show a bit of weakness.
"I'm challenging you for a round," he continued, sounding way too sure about himself, while his hand idly played with his zipper, "You in or you out, bitch boy?"
Okay, this guy was starting to get on my nerves. Nobody speaks to me like that, not to the soon-to-be-champion of this challenge! He was clearly phoning a lot of this in and trying to make me chicken out. And yeah, sure, I'm sure this tactic worked on a lot of the dumbasses around here, but not on me.
No. I was tough. Tougher than him. This man didn't have shit on me.
"Sure, I'll take your challenge" I shrugged, trying to make it seem casual, and reached for my fly. I was surprised to find his hand stop mine in its tracks and his other one aiming for my bulge instead.
"Please, allow me," he told me with a grin, "I'm trying to be a gentleman."
I tried not to make it show how much this guy was starting to piss me off, but I could feel the blood rushing to my face already. He's going to feel so stupid when he loses this and I make him go down on his knees. So fucking stupid for underestimating me like that and for playing with me like that. I threw a mean glance at him but didn't protest as he reached to open my zipper.
His thick fingers pulled it down slowly. He didn't break eye contact - and I sure wasn't gonna break it either - while he reached in and fished out my package. He pulled out both my dick and balls and to my annoyance, didn't stop groping them after he was done.
"You know," I snarled at him, "If you like touching them so much, you can just go to town on it without even showing me yours."
He chuckled but didn't stop rubbing my dick.
"Wouldn't you like that, little piggy?" he grunted, "What, are you getting scared? Because you can still give me a handy. Last chance, before I whip it out."
Wow. This guy was clearly bluffing... So why was it making me so angry?! I wanted to continue, I wanted to see the look on his stupid face when he compared his dick to mine. I wanted this guy to look up to my eyes as he was sucking my cock - and I wasn't prepared to leave this pub until I got that satisfaction.
"I ain't scared. Show me that poor excuse for a dick, you fucking pussy," I almost shouted. It was a mistake on my side to show my emotions, but it was starting to be too much for me to handle.
He wasn't insulted. He grinned even wider and finally took a step back.
"As you wish..." he said, as he reached for the big-ass zipper that was hanging between his legs. I was starting to feel a little bit shaken by the confidence he was showing - but this could still have been a huge calculation error on his side. I mean, I had a big dick, and I knew it.
I watched him reach down and slowly open his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear, much like me. What happened next - no matter how unpleasant it is for me to admit it - took my breath away.
He pulled out his cock, and man, it was something. As long as I was when I was hard and as fat as a beer can. My jaw dropped as I saw that piece of uncut sausage resting on a pair of balls that matched the size, probably full of cum. Cum that I was supposed to be swallowing in a few minutes...
This was starting to get too real. I wasn't prepared for the chance of losing, especially against a mammoth like this! I panicked. I really should have known better, but my brain couldn't let go of my pride. A small part of me was still convinced that I could win. He was probably a shower, not a grower, right? I knew that I could easily gain some extra inches and win, even if it was by a small amount, if I managed to raise the stakes and push him to the third step of the challenge - the one where you bet your ass.
"I...I'd like..."
"To get your cute mouth on daddy's fat dick? You're more than welcome, little piggy."
Fuck why couldn't I get out a clear sentence?!
"I'd like to go further. All or nothing."
