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In middle school, I was frequently compared to King Kong. That’s because I was already huge and hairy, and everyone was jealous of my might. That’s the only reason anyone ever bullies anyone else. They’re jealous. The jocks on the football team wanted my brawn, so they taunted me to provoke me into reacting. They were acting out of their own insecurities and nothing more.
BJ snores on my chest. His body puffs up and down, every breath that flows out of his lips making him squirm. I run my right hand down his body, then squeeze his ass to keep him stable.
Oh my goodness. BJ is my dream come true.
Even seeing him in the showers turned me on. Now, obviously I’d bathed him in the cuddle room tub, but for some reason watching him bounce around with his besties did something for me. His precious frame in comparison to theirs was difficult to ignore.
Or at least that’s what I think BJ is doing.
Sleeping.
I feel safe enough to close my eyes and enter into dreamland.
As it turns out, I think BJ is tricking me.
When I wake next, I sense that my cock is out. That’s strange. I furrow my brow, then move to scratch my temple until I think better of it. Who pulled out my cock? A gentle breeze wafts through the Hug Club vents, like Zephyrus, the god of the west wind, is blowing on my dick. I know that many boys and Daddies get up to naughty time during snuggle movie night, so I’m not surprised that someone’s cock is out. I just didn’t expect it to be mine.
I fight like a bug in honey as I attempt to open my left eye. I’m so overwhelmed by sleepiness, by the relaxing mood that BJ puts me into, I’m thoroughly lulled. It’s as if I’ve been struggling my entire life, fighting to keep my business empire at the forefront of the New York real estate scene, and BJ is the only thing that’s helped me learn how to rest again. One hug from BJ sheds years off my life, and I’m no longer pushing forty when he’s near me—I’m a young man again, happy and chipper, ready to experience the fullness of life and all that it has for me.
When I was studying real estate in college, I’d skip to classes every day, swinging my lunch box to and fro, not giving a whip what anyone thought. I’d been bullied enough due to my size in high school, and so I wanted to own my quirkiness as an adult. My lunchbox had King Kong on it, and my backpack had stickers from the Renaissance Festival.
Twenty-year-old me possessed an insatiable lust for life. I always hummed to myself, whistling ditties and tunes that made my heart swell, and I never took no for an answer. I actually caught myself humming around BJ in the cuddle room, and this surprised me because it’s been ages since I’ve hummed. He brings music back into my life.
Nowadays, I rarely skip to work anymore. That’s because I’m supposed to be Mr. Strong and Powerful. My. Mighty Developer, the man who battles the city council, strikes deals with his enemies, and conquers the world.
With BJ, I can skip to work again. No—I can stop to smell the flowers in the boulevards that I always see on the trek to my office. I can even pick them to weave into a flower crown for my prince. That’s the change BJ has brought about in me. In such a short time, too.
My naked dick quivers between my legs. At last, I manage to pry my left eye open, grateful that I have the strength. I do indeed feel like a bug trapped in honey, thus the paralyzing power of sleep. I almost yawn, but then I remember that the movement would likely push BJ off my chest, so I fight the urge.
My left eye beholds quite a sight.
BJ is studying my cock under a band of moonlight.
I didn’t realize moonlight drifted this far into the playroom through the windows. The top half of my erect cock is covered in moonlight and the bottom half is shadowed. BJ’s green eyes curiously examine every inch, peering at every nook and cranny. He runs his index finger down my length, tracing the thick veins that beat under the skin. I’m cut, just like him, which I think is easier for him to wrap his head around. He moves his gaze to my crown, then delicately traces the circumference of my ridge.
A sticky, unprompted strand of clear pre-cum spurts out of my tip, arching through the air before landing on my huge tummy. I’m so hairy, and it’s been such a long time since I’ve shaved, so if my dick can be likened to an elephant’s trunk, I’m a very hairy elephant. A wooly mammoth. The temptation to groan slams through me, and I almost grab BJ by the hair, and ram his face down on my giant shaft.
BJ leans forward and breathes on my tip. I’m not sure what he’s doing, because I’ve never had a man do this before. He puffs out a breath, then pinches the left part of my crown. He watches in amazement as it shrinks, then fills yet again. He’s mesmerized by the sight of my dick. This makes me so proud that I fail to resist the urge to covertly flex my pecs. I want him to subconsciously notice how strong I am, how much muscle his Daddy packs beneath his rolls.
My big, hairy dick rocks dangerously in front of his face. I’m afraid to let BJ play with it for too long. One wrong touch and the burst of cum that’d rocket out of the tip would be too much for his delicate lips, nose, and eyes to take. I’d hate to blind him, and I must consider that as a real possibility. It’s also as heavy as a baseball bat, and BJ could knock his eye out if it accidentally throbbed.
"I’m gonna do it." BJ musters up the courage by way of a determined look. "I can do it. I’m strong, brave, and mighty. As mighty as Daddy. He deserves this pleasure, exactly like he gave me."
BJ opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue, and wraps his lips around my dick.
I nearly explode down his throat right then and there. Breathing becomes a laborious task, as if ten concrete blocks slam down on my chest. Gasping silently, I try my best to stay conscious, not to pass out and let Cupid gouge out my lungs with his arrows.
I stare down at BJ, then resist the pressing need to pass out all over again. He’s puffing out his cheeks, a look of seriousness on his face as he takes me half of an inch deeper, which I believe is all he can handle. Every part of his face is so smooth, so soft, and especially now in the moonlight. The moon almost kisses his cheeks, needing to taste him almost as desperately as me.
There’s a perfect nineteen-year-old angel sucking my dick. His plush lips spread around my tip, trying to swallow more. His cheeks puff out, and his delicate fingertips grip my hips, my huge hips that I never thought someone like him would ever bless with their touch.
I nearly hack up a lung as I claw back the urge to come. My nuts rise in my sack, first the left, then the right. They bonk together, bumping tubes, each daring the other to blast first.
No. No.
BJ removes my shaft from his lips. "Oh my gods. That’s almost too big."
I glance to my left. A polyamorous couple is getting it on while the Daddy leans back with his hands behind his head watching the animated movie. His two boys suck his dick, working the knob, as they pleasure each other.
