Chapter 10 - Geno-type pt. 10

Dalton was not expecting anything more than a quick diversion when he tagged into a game with one of his x-box buds. Buds might be a little too strong a word since they had only ever met in person once; in a friend of a friend sort of way. He knew that they all went to the same school, and would see each other in the halls on rare occasion, but they never really spoke. Every so often they might actually recognize each other in the halls and give a quick nod of acknowledgement.
           
As the match ended Dalton could hear one of the other team’s players being a total asshat. This kid was going through an entire litany of third-grade level insults culminating with “fags.” Dalton was ready to exit the game, but before he could exit, a video chat window popped up. Dalton recognized the two in the video. The tall brown haired one was his buddy. What was his name? Jack? Sounds about right. And the short blonde one must be his friend, Taylor.

Taylor told off that annoying little punk and then turned and planted a long sloppy kiss on Jack’s mouth. So they were officially a couple now? Dalton had heard his friends talking about them in the past. It seems like everyone was waiting for those two to just come out already and make it official. Dalton was happy for them, and a little turned on. That kiss was hot, and neither of them was wearing a shirt which made it easy for him to imagine both of them completely naked. Dalton quickly shook the thought from his mind. It just wasn’t proper to ship friends of friends in such a way.

Jack and Taylor left the game, which caused a command prompt to appear on Dalton’s screen. “Your buddy has left the game. Continue playing? [Y/N]” Dalton decided to quit the game, too. After all, he had only decided to play a quick game to take a break from the video editing he was working on; a bit of a hobby of his.

Dalton’s x-box returned back to his home page. That was going to be the end of it, but Dalton noticed that he had an active party still open. Curious about what it was, Dalton opened the group menu and saw that the he was still in a party with Jack. That’s right, he had queued with them, and when they left, he had agreed to leave too.

Dalton opened the video chat window, and could see that Jack and Taylor were now doing more than just kissing and that they were completely nude. Taylor had pushed Jack further back into he chair so that Dalton could now see halfway down Taylor’s hot ass. The short one is pretty cut, Dalton thought to himself. Dalton full screened the video chat, hoping he could see a bit better. It was then that he remembered all his video programs. He had already linked his x-box to his pc; he could easily run the video chat through his desktop and record it.

Dalton had a brief flash of guilt and was about to turn off the video chat, but then he heard Jack’s loud, low moan. That sealed the deal; Dalton quickly flipped the video to play on his PC and set it to record. He was rock hard at this point. There was no way he could just sit and watch as those two went at it. He got out of his chair and began pulling down his pants. For once he actually regretted always wearing these tight pants that show off his physique; they were very difficult to pull off in a hurry.

Before too long Dalton had managed to peel off layers of his clothes and was left in just his undershirt and his boxers; the boxers were down around his ankles but still technically on. He began to work his shaft up and down with the left hand while his right hand rubbed the tip in a circular motion. He wished he actually had some real lube because his dick was starting to get a little raw from rubbing it dry. Then he remembered his various eco-friendly plant balms he used for is face. One of these had to work.

He dug around through his toiletries for a minute, until he found the one he was looking for; it was a fairly greasy aloe based balm, but it’d work well enough for his current task. He sat back down in his chair and squirted jets of the white cream onto his cock. Wow, this is ironic, he thought to himself. He returned to the show right as Taylor was on his knees trying to deep throat Jack’s member.

Two halves of Dalton’s mind were at war with each other. The film nerd and wannabe director were furious about the scene composition.  The entire time he had not even caught a glimpse of either guy’s dick. He could only see Taylor from the back and Jack’s cock was blocked by Taylor. The angle was all wrong too. How were they standing so far apart if Taylor was supposed to be deep throating Jack? Jack’s dick would have to be well over a foot long in order for this to work.

The horny teen half of Dalton’s mind picked up on this quickly. Jack is packin’, and Taylor is gobbling that knob like a champ. There was at least a foot left of Jack’s cock that Taylor hadn’t taken yet, and there was no way of telling how much was already in him. Dalton’s cock began to dribble a little at the thought. Dalton was not bad off in that department, his own cock standing tall at a little over eight inches, but he had always been a bit of a size queen. Just thinking about how he knew a guy, well rather, knew a guy who knew a guy, who was packing well over a foot of sausage, got him more turned on than he had been in his life.

Taylor had managed to take all of Jack’s cock, and they both came in unison. Dalton could see Taylor guzzling cum like a beast, but he couldn’t see Taylor’s shots. He could tell by the way Taylor was convulsing that he had to be cumming too, but Dalton still could not get any idea for how big he was. There was also the way Jack was standing. It was like he was sitting on something, but there was no way that he was still on that beanbag chair.

Dalton’s ability to rationalize the scene completely faded as Jack pulled out and began blasting Taylor in the face. Jack was spraying like a fire hose, and his dick wasn’t that much smaller than one. Dalton lost it upon seeing such a massive cock even for a brief fleeting instant. He came hard, harder than he could ever remember cumming in his life. Three long solid shots into the air, all of which hit him in the face. He slunk back in his chair as he tried to catch his breathe and basked in the afterglow.

Those two were still shooting. Dalton’s mind was foggy but some portion of his brain was still trying to analyze this scene with a scholarly fascination. Now that Jack had moved and sat down on Taylor’s stomach, Dalton could see another gusher behind them. This spray seemed even larger. It was hard to tell, due to the angle, but it looked like it was coming from behind Jack’s head. Dalton watched in awe as Jack leaned forward to snowball with Taylor. He caught a brief glimpse of what had to be the largest cock he had ever seen in his life. It had to be well over three feet tall; probably closer to four. Dalton couldn’t be sure of what he was seeing. He was too tired. His eyes were unable to focus well enough to see even if his glasses hadn’t been coated in his own spunk.

Dalton couldn’t help feeling that this is probably how people who saw Bigfoot felt. Well, if the people who saw Bigfoot had some sort of autoerotic reaction to the sighting; which is believable given how obsessed people who claim to have seen Bigfoot seem to be. It would also explain why none of them could hold the damn camera still. It’s hard to steady a camera with one hand, especially if the other hand is causing your whole body to rock.
 
Eventually, Dalton managed to catch his breath. Jack and Taylor were already fast asleep in each other’s arms. God, those two were adorable. It’s no wonder all of Dalton’s friends have been waiting for them to get together. Dalton picked up his scarf from the pile of clothes next to him and wiped off his face and glasses. He had waited a little too long and his cum had already begun to cake on. He could wait and wash his face more thoroughly later, but his glasses needed more immediate attention. The cum was stuck on their pretty well. All he managed to accomplish by wiping them off was smearing it around a little. His glasses were now streaked with jizz. Dalton would not be able to see anything until he got this cleaned off. 

Dalton’s shirt felt wet and sticky and so he pulled it off and dumped it into the hamper. He threw his boxers in there while he was at it. They were also too dirty to put on, and wearing them around his ankles like some sort of prisoner’s manacles was just silly. Since Dalton knew he had the place to himself tonight he decided against putting any clothes on. The breeze felt nice against his bare skin. Dalton was already thinking about doing this more often. Well the streaking bit, not the creeping on his social circle thing; although, if they left the cam running every night, he could make a habit of that too.  

Since he was already up it seemed like a good time to get some dinner. He heated up a large cup of coffee and slipped some pop tarts into the toaster; one can’t be organic all the time. While these things heated up he washed his glasses in the sink. A lot of hot water and a little glasses spray, and they were good as new.

Once his food and coffee were ready, Dalton went back up to his room to get back to work. He made sure to shrink down the feed from Jack and Taylor and lock it into the foreground; this way he could easily keep an eye on them and still keep working. The next few hours were pretty uneventful. Dalton kept editing away at his video; fixing the sound, cutting down scenes, adjusting the filters. He would occasionally see a little bit of movement in the corner of his screen from his accidental spy-cam. Those two were fast asleep, but they would still steal kissed from each other; the way they were so lovey-dovey with each other would be disgusting if it wasn’t so adorable.

Finally Dalton saw some real motion. The short one was awake. Taylor was up and already at it. ‘That horny little bugger.’ Dalton thought to himself as he watched with a bemused smirk.

Tyler’s eyes groggily fluttered open. The first thing he was greeted with upon waking up was the sight of Jake’s face. They had apparently shifted in their sleep so that their faces were nearly touching. Tyler closed the gap and planted a quick kiss on Jake’s lips; after all, they were already in position. It would be a shame to waste it.

Tyler was never one to leave things well enough alone, though, and continued kissing a trail across Jake’s body. He worked his way down from the lips, onto Jake’s chin, down his neck. As Tyler worked on the nape of Jake’s neck he could feel his lover stir; a sensual groan escaped his mouth. Jake was still asleep, but not for long from the looks of it. Tyler looked down at Jake’s lengthy cock. It was beginning to twitch and engorge.

As Tyler watched Jake’s huge dick swell into a massive semi, he caught a red blinking light out of the corner of his eye. That’s right. He had left the console on and the camera with it. As his eyes adjusted he noticed something else. He was still signed into an active party. Tyler did not recognize the name. It must have been one of Jake’s friends. Tyler looked into the camera and said “So then, AERO-IMPERIAL, are you still watching? I hope we gave you a show you’ll never forget.”

Dalton saw Taylor look directly into the camera and say something. He couldn’t tell what, though; their headsets had fallen off early into their love making. Taylor did not seem to be mad, though. Quite the opposite judging from the lascivious grin that he shot the camera. Dalton’s breath caught in his throat as Taylor stood up. He was finally getting to see Taylor’s massive cock, and massive it was. It was huge, impossibly huge. His balls were so large and full that they reached below his knees. They had to be as large as beach balls. Not the little kind either; we’re talking full size party balls.

Dalton could feel his mouth water and the back of his throat begin to get tight. Taylor’s cock was as thick as one of his legs and about as long as one. Dalton could not see just how long Taylor’s dick was because the picture stopped about halfway down Taylor’s shins. Dalton’s own dick was already rock hard even though he’d just cum more than he ever had before a few short hours ago; his balls still ached from being drained so dry.

Tyler walked slowly towards the camera. He wanted to make sure his little voyeur had a nice good look at him, but also he could feel the tip of his dick scraping across the floor; if he went too fast he risked getting a carpet burn. By now Tyler has mastered a slow swaying stride which accentuated the sheer magnitude of his meat, but it was probably unnecessary. No one could deny how huge he was.

Taylor’s face stopped just inches from the camera. He put a finger over his lip in shushing gesture. This gesture seemed fairly unnecessary because no sounds he made could be heard on the other side, but his ability to think ground to a halt as the camera angle shifted. The camera panned over to where Jack was asleep. He had slid down the bean bag and was now more reclining against it. The camera zoomed in to Jack’s ankles, but then slowly moved up his legs. Dalton could see the tip of Jack’s cock come into view before even his knees did. The camera continued to follow Jack’s penis all the way up to his wild bush. Jack was nowhere near as big as Taylor was, but he was still far larger than any normal guy could ever hope to be.

 The camera quickly zoomed back out again. Dalton was not ready. He wished to gaze upon that magnificent dick some more, but Taylor’s face came back into view. The mischievous grin he had and the sly wink he shot the camera let Dalton know there was more to come. The camera panned over and focused in on the bed on the far side of the room. Dalton understood. He had front row tickets to the second cumming.           
 
