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Peter was eager to put his new plan into action and help Nick, his flat mate, with his sperm production. Just like any flat mate would. It was perfectly reasonable. For some reason the mere thought of it made his big, muscular rear itch. All day he thought about it, and how he could mention it to Nick in a casual way. When he returned home he was desperate to strip off and pull on a little jock, so he did so, troubled by one of these random erections he seemed to be getting for no reason.

Nick was in, skulking about in his usual trackies and t-shirt. Peter wanted to suggest Nick removed them and was keen to begin his nightly inspection of his flat mate’s enormous penis. It was then that the doorbell rang. From his room he heard Nick open the front door, greet a mate and let him in. Peter was confused and frustrated. This had interrupted his plans to help Nick and he wasn’t sure what to do now. He sat on the edge of his bed and shook his head. He’d just have to wait till the other guy had left. To his dismay he could hear them laughing and joking and cracking open the beers. What if the guy was here all night? He wouldn’t be able to help Nick at all. There didn’t seem much point in moping around. He stood up and went to pull on some clothes for the guest, but then thought better of it. After all, Nick wasn’t bothered by seeing him in his jockstrap and his guest shouldn’t be either. He strode out of his room, his big muscular frame on display. Nick was on the sofa and his mate was in the armchair with his back to Peter. Peter casually walked to the kitchen to get a beer, bending over to get one out of the fridge, with the strange feeling that the guest’s eyes were on his meaty bare arse as he bent. He stood up and cracked the can open and walked back into the lounge.

Nick introduced Peter to his friend, a big, balding, thirty-something man of Spanish descent called Martino. Peter shook Martino’s big hand, trying to ignore that he was staring at him in his near nakedness. He sat on the sofa next to Nick and they all sipped their beers and chatted like old mates. It seemed that Nick had worked with Martino a few years back when Nick had been a porter at the local university. Martino, it turned out, was a psychology lecturer at the university, and they had been mates for a few years. Peter couldn’t really imagine how they had met, and they would hardly have worked together all that directly, but it did seem that they were very good mates. They were sharing loads of private jokes about people Peter had never heard of, but he just sat there, laughing along and joining in when they could.

As the evening progressed and Peter relaxed a little he found his eyes drawn to Nick’s hefty bulge again. He licked his lips. He knew that Nick’s friend was here, but he also knew that Nick’s big cock would need examining and he was torn. Nick kept leaning back and spreading out, his bulge ever more obvious. Peter was nervous about suggesting anything because of Martino, but it really didn’t look as if the big Spanish guy was going anywhere soon. Peter wasn’t particularly taken with Martino, who seemed to have an element of cruelty to his jokes and was a bit too forceful for his liking. As subtly as he could, Peter steered the conversation around to health, and for the first time Martino was all ears. Peter mentioned that Nick had specific health concerns, but Martino was unaware of them and kept probing Peter for more information in that bossy, relentless way of his. Nick wasn’t helping Peter any here, and in the end Peter told Martino about the doctor’s advice that Nick needed his penis very closely examined every day. Martino asked how they managed this, and reluctantly Peter told him that he had, out of pity, taken to examining it for Nick. Martino was fascinated by this information and berated Nick for not telling him. Nick smiled bashfully. Martino suggested that if he needed an examination that they shouldn’t stop on his account.

Peter wasn’t very keen to oblige, and Nick seemed unbothered too. Martino wasn’t taking that as an answer and insisted that they should carry on as normal, so reluctantly Peter climbed to his feet and turned to face Nick who was still sprawled on the sofa. Once again he had the slightly uncomfortable feeling that Martino was staring at his big bare arse, but he shrugged it off and knelt before Nick. Nick helped him to pull down his trackies and briefs and his massive penis sprang out before Peter’s face. Peter began to silently touch and hold his flat mate’s growing member, fascinated but also extremely embarrassed that Martino was not only watching intently but also asking his questions about Nick’s cock which he had to answer. Yes, it was very big, yes he found it usually grew like that, no he didn’t mind holding it, yes it was heavy, no, he had never seen it ejaculate. Martino wanted to know if this was how they usually did it, and Nick said he was usually standing, so Martino made him stand sideways to him so that he could watch closely as Peter examined the huge cock. Peter was blushing now and very aware of Martino’s eyes on him, but now he was also focusing on Nick’s magnificent cock it seemed a little better.

Martino wanted to know if he was always this silent. He hoped Nick wouldn’t tell Martino about his usual rhapsodising about Nick’s massive penis and he was determined not to mention it himself. Nick didn’t tell Martino, and Martino kept asking Peter over and over about it, until Peter was so uncomfortable and flustered that he admitted that yes, he did usually address Nick’s cock. Happy with this news, Martino demanded that Peter carried on as usual. The words sticking in his throat through shame, Peter began to describe Nick’s huge penis in the respectful, awed tones he usually did. He tried to forget Martino was there and focus on that awesome dick, but Martino had a way of cutting in, pushing Peter further on things he had said to describe Nick’s cock. It went on like that for about half an hour, Martino exhausting Peter’s ability to describe Nick’s massive penis. At last Peter thought it might be over and Martino would leave. However, when Martino stood up he saw a huge bulge at his crotch and gulped. When Martino lowered his zip and pulled out his cock Peter gasped. It was even bigger than Nick’s – olive skinned and fat and long, not yet hard. He wanted to ignore it, to forget about Martino, to concentrate on Nick’s fantastic dick, but his eyes kept darting in Martino’s direction, eager for an eyeful of that monumental semi-hard penis.

Eventually, he was unable to stop staring at it. Nick seemed a little frustrated at this, but Martino was quietly demanding, and Peter turned to sniff at Martino’s big hefty club of a cock. Martino asked why Peter was staring. Peter was ashamed to admit that it was because Martino was so big. Martino wanted to know if Peter thought he was bigger than Nick, and although it was a betrayal to his flat mate Peter had to agree that Martino’s cock was even more impressive and massive. Martino asked whether Peter wanted to worship his penis, and Peter couldn’t stop himself begging for it. Martino wanted Peter to list all of the many ways it was superior to Nick’s cock, and as he did so he saw Nick was getting more and more frustrated and deflated, his massive member drooping slightly as Martino’s pumped up to full thickness. As Peter grappled with Martino’s enormous member and began to eulogise about it, Martino grinned and winked at Nick, his massive muscular friend who had been sidelined in his own flat by his own cock worshipper and a penis he knew was superior to his own.

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