The Line I Never Crossed
By LiD900.
Amy, a stunning Colombian blonde who resembled a bustier Shakira stepping out of a dream, said, “Only if Danny goes.” That was me, Danny. And at that moment, I felt like I’d just won something I didn’t even know I was competing for.
We all went together after our closing. Drinks started flowing, music kicked in, and before I knew it, Amy and I were dancing. She gave me a small kiss, just a peck, but it meant everything to me. Then she turned around, smiled that devilish grin, and started dancing close, really close.
And that’s when I froze. See, I have low testosterone due to glandular issues. And well, a tiny penis too. It’s something I’d never really faced head-on before.
But that night, as Amy moved against me, it became impossible to ignore. I could tell she noticed, too. Her energy shifted. Eyes that were warm and excited a moment ago suddenly looked empty. She pretended to keep having fun, but I could feel the change.
A little while later, the group decided to grab food at McDonald’s. As we were leaving the bar, Amy accidentally bumped into a tall, black guy. You could feel the spark between them instantly.
I knew that look. I’d felt that way about her since the day we met. But this time, I was on the outside looking in.
We grabbed our food, and Amy suggested we go back to the bar because she “liked the music.” I followed, but deep down I knew the night had turned.
Back inside, we danced again, but it was like I wasn’t even there. Amy’s eyes were scanning the crowd until she spotted something.
Then Amy’s eyes widened. She let out a slight moan and looked at me with a giddy smile. She says, “I gotta go freshen up real quick.” Then, she quickly passed me off to Sarah and headed off to the restroom.
Sarah and I danced to a few songs until Ken returned from the bar. We were standing around talking about work and whatever else, when I realized over fifteen minutes had gone by. I started to wonder about Amy’s whereabouts.
I had to pee, so I went to the bathroom too. I got to the back of the bar, where the bathrooms were, and stopped dead in my tracks.
There she was, Amy, standing in the corner talking to that guy. I felt sick to my stomach, went to the bathroom, and relieved myself. Then, I put some water on my face and walked back out.
They were much closer to each other at that point, lips to lips. He was standing in front of Amy, towering over her, looking at me. He leans into her ear, and then both of them start laughing hard, whispering somehow even more heavily in each other’s ears.
I just stood there, frozen, watching her light up in a way she never did around me. Her guy noticed me, smirked, and kept leaning closer to her as she giggled and hung on every word. It felt like someone twisting a knife slowly into my chest.
Amy was completely oblivious to me standing right behind her, as she was putty in this guy’s hands. He looked over at me, giving me a huge, condescending smirk.
“That prick,” I thought. She missed him smiling at me, as she was now stuck in a lusty stupor. Not even moving, she was staring down at something in front of her.
I saw Amy’s face in the mirrors that lined the back of the bar as she was still facing away from me. It drove me insane. Her eyes bulged and crossed with her mouth open. She then let out a huge groan.
Amy was clearly infatuated with him. Then, I saw Amy back up a little, playing coy, lightly slapping him on his large biceps. Yes, both biceps, with both hands. She eventually just left her hands on them, squeezing them as he flexed for her.
He looked over at me again with stern eyes this time. It almost felt like I could hear him laughing at me in my head, which was very intimidating. So much so that I weakly winced, then my legs buckled a little, and I covered my crotch with my limp hands.
He just laughed aloud, looking me in the eyes, and started kissing Amy’s neck. I watched in horror as Amy was fawning all over this dude, kissing him back, rubbing him up and down, pulling him in closer. She was still paying plenty of attention to whatever was still down in front of her.
That made her squeak a little as she was both audibly and visibly in severe heat. My mind went nuts, as her guy’s hands were traveling all over her butt & chest. I got dizzy and needed to sit down for a few minutes.
She whispered in his ear again. I saw his eyes twinkle & then he whispered back. I couldn’t hear anything because of the music.
Then, I heard a loud gasp, then a big “Goddamn.” Both from Amy, as her eyes popped back out and she yelled, “Fuck yes,” with mutual laughter between them following.
Then Amy’s guy looked at me intimidatingly and ripped his shirt open, revealing a smooth six-pack. Amy lost it. She looked like a little girl, with the biggest bedroom eyes I’ve seen.
I eventually just gave up and went back over to Ken and Sarah. I kept a close eye on Amy and her guy, though. Ken and Sarah just looked at me, and both said ‘sorry’ with sad faces. It turns out that Amy had told Sarah earlier in the night about my lack of a legit penis.
I said whatever, as I was used to not getting the girl anyway. Sarah and I started dancing again to take my mind off Amy, and it worked for a bit. We started discussing our jobs and other topics for a few minutes.
Then, I look over and see it. Amy and her guy were dancing very close to each other, her arms over his shoulders, looking up at him with the most innocent eyes I’d ever seen. She was completely enamored with this man, and it showed.
Then, Ken and Sarah decided that we should go, as it was after one a.m. They both went over to Amy and told her we were leaving because it was late. She looked really depressed but said, “Fine.”
We got our things back from the coat and bag check station when Amy’s mystery guy, Malik, whispered something in her ear.
She smiled widely and said, “Definitely,” loudly. To what did she definitely say? I had no clue.
Amy and Malik came walking over to Sarah, Ken, and me. I glanced down and saw what Amy was still staring at. She was looking goofily down at what appeared to be a grown python in Malik’s pants.
I was green with massive (no pun intended) envy. I looked over at Amy and saw her smiling at me. I wasn’t paying attention, nor did I realize that my eyes and mouth were wide open. I realized I got caught.
Amy was smirking at me and then said, “I know, right? What the EFFF, Dan, it’s ginormous. It feels even bigger.” She reached out and grabbed it.
Then Amy says, “Here, feel.” She takes my hand and places it on Malik’s cannon before I realize what she did. Leaving me feeling more embarrassed than ever.
Ken and Sarah caught me staring, too. They all laughed at me as a group as I involuntarily squeezed Malik’s huge cock. I was mortified as my hand didn’t get near his massive girth.
Malik said, “Damn boy, you like what you’re grabbing?” I pulled my hand away and felt humiliated even more as I saw all four of them looking at my crotch, smiling. I had sprung a rock-hard erection that barely poked out of my pants, but was noticeable enough for them to point and crack up.
When we decided to head out, Ken said his Corvette could only fit four people. We were talking the situation over when Malik said he had his car there too.
Amy looked ecstatically at him and said, “Oh, ok, fantastic, I’ll ride with Malik, and you three can just meet us back at the store whenever.” I stood there deflated and heartbroken, while Amy and Malik quickly got in his Beamer and took off, speeding away like they just robbed a bank.
Feeling defeated, I just slumped into the back of Ken’s car and sat quietly until we left. The three of us finally took off a minute later. We were far behind, so we had to catch up. We finally did about five minutes later as they were stuck at a light.
We pulled up close behind and saw that Amy and Malik were obviously having a good time. They were bobbing their heads to the loud music coming from his car. We heard it clear as day, because Ken had his radio off. Ken and Sarah began bobbing their heads to Malik’s music, too, and they started laughing together.
Ken, Sarah, and I were stuck behind Malik’s car. For a while, all we saw were silhouettes through his windows. Two people laughing, leaning close. At one point, another car’s lights caught Amy’s face. She was smiling in this completely euphoric way. The kind of expression that told me she was exactly where she wanted to be.
Then Amy turned her head to look straight at Malik as they spoke intently. Both cars pulled up to a crowded stoplight at a large intersection, so the three of us were still stuck behind the two of them. It was taking a while for the light to change when I looked at Malik’s seat.
He seemed to be adjusting something in front of him, as his arms were moving fast around his lower half. I look at Amy’s pretty face as a car light illuminated the inside of the Beamer.
What I saw was horrifying. Amy’s eyes bulged out, looking down, with the biggest, widest smile I’ve ever seen anyone make. Then, the light turned green. They went on as Amy kept looking down in amazement at whatever she was looking at.
They were still conversing about whatever and laughing together. Then we saw her turn completely around, looking back at us. It looked like she was smiling big and holding her hands far apart as if she had just measured something, but I couldn’t tell for sure as it was dark again.
Then, Amy turned back to face Malik and moved her hand in front of him, onto something that was apparently very stiff. She looked like she was struggling with it too, trying to make it shake or something, but was unsuccessful.
Another car goes by us, going the other way, and I see her face again. I felt crushed. It was as if she were lost in a euphoric trance, still looking down at something that seemed massive, and I saw her face light up like the giddiest of schoolgirls.
Then it looked like Amy took off her coat, scarf, and maybe even her shirt, the way she was moving. She was bundled up for the night, so I guessed it was hot in there. I looked up and saw that both her hands were now moving up and down at the same pace for a few minutes.
I just sat there in the car with Ken and Sarah in silence as you could cut the tension with a butter knife.
Then Ken says, “It’s probably not what it looks like,” as Sarah snickered. I said nothing as I was entirely taken off guard by the fact that I had another half-chub.
Then Malik turned, looked at Amy, and appeared to be speaking to her harshly, with an emphatic tone, because she had cranked the speed and force up by 1,000% out of nowhere.
Amy looked incensed as she went full-out jackhammer mode, like she was speedily churning thick butter. Then, after another few minutes of straight-up pounding whatever it was, she just shifted between going fast and slow, fast and slow. Malik pulled the car over to an empty side street and turned off the music.
For whatever reason, Ken pulled up right behind them and parked as well. Then Ken turned on his car lights. Malik sees this and does the same. It all seemed intentional, especially from Malik. I saw he was now grinning at me harder through the rear-view mirror, making the fear come back.
I now had an excellent view of everything going on in front of me. I then saw so much more. Amy’s shirt was off, and she looked like she was panting with her tongue sticking out at Malik.
Ken was evidently now sex crazed with fire in his eyes. He looked at Sarah and took her hand. Then he put it on his dick, which was out now. While it didn’t appear as big as Malik’s, he was still clearly over double my hardest at his softest.
It didn’t take Ken that long to get hard and finish, as he quickly emptied his seed into a bunch of tissues.
Sarah looked back at me with a wink and said, “I’ll finish you off too, but first you have to squeeze Ken’s cock like you did Malik’s and lick your lips at it.”
I was insanely horny from watching Amy going to town, pumping whatever was in front of Malik, and wasn’t thinking clearly. I just instinctively reached over & pumped his dick up and down a few times and shook it hard again. Jesus, I couldn’t get my hand far around Ken’s cock either.
I sat back, dropped my pants, and took my little guy out. Sarah starts cracking up, telling me that she’s not touching that twig between my legs and that I really need a penile implant badly. Then she told me to get dressed.
The three of us just waited quietly as our neighbors finished. Then it happened. Malik started shaking with loud convulsions and grunts. Then, Amy lightened up the motion. She began shaking whatever it was for another minute or so as Malik started almost roaring with grunts.
I then saw whatever Amy was shaking starting to flop back & forth. It looked like a limp rocket. I felt shattered.
Then, Amy stopped “churning,” fell back into her seat, and looked like she was licking a bunch of liquid or something off her fingers. Malik made louder grunts, turns, and kisses Amy. Then he laughed, turned the music back up, and drove off.
We came to another red light, and this time we were able to catch up to Amy and Malik on their right. The windows were rolled up and were completely covered in fog. One of them rolled the windows down, & out came a very strange, but familiar, scent/musk.
Amy was sitting there topless, putting her bra on as she was gazing into Malik’s eyes. Malik just looked over at us, as if he were very relaxed and on cloud nine, then looked back at me with a military salute.
Malik said, “Damn girl, you made Moby shoot off everywhere.” I sat there puzzled, wondering who Moby was. “Now I’m gonna need to have this bitch scrubbed clean at my body shop.” You owe me.”
Amy looked exhausted as she dabbed sweat or something from her face, neck, chest & arms. Then she said, “Jesus, baby, that was a lot of fucking work, my arms are killing me.”
Malik replied, “Don’t worry, your turns are next.”
Amy’s face lit up again as she asked, “Turns?”
Malik said, “Yeah, I’m a marathon man bitch. And tonight, I’m running the fucking gauntlet on your Colombian ass.
Famy yells out, “Fuck yeah, baby WOOOOOOOO and throws her arms out the window. The light turned green, and Malik turned left in front of us, again.
I still wonder what Amy was doing that wiped her out so hard. Also, what the hell was she cleaning off her body? I was just too much of a punk to pry.
By the time we got back to the store parking lot, I was emotionally wrecked. Amy and Malik were already parked when we got there a few minutes later.
When we all got out of the cars to say our goodbyes, Sarah gasped while looking down at Malik’s pants. They were stretched out with an obvious erection from whatever they were doing in the car. The bulge went from his groin to just above his knee.
“Holy shit, dude, how big is that thing?” Sarah asked.
Malik grinned big, loudly, and proudly said, “Eleven.”
Amy shouts out, “Yup yup, and thick like a can of Pringles, too.” Then she looked at me with a grin, her eyes crossed, and said, “You would know, right?”
“Bitch,” I thought to myself. But who was I kidding? I did know, and it was fucking huge.
Ken and Sarah left in their car, leaving me with Amy and Malik in a weird threesome. Amy was supposed to sleep over at my place that night, so things got weird quickly. It was obvious from their body language that I was the third wheel. Amy looked flushed and just intoxicated with desire. Meanwhile, I was just numb.
Amy awkwardly asked if she could come up to my room to pick up her overnight bag, since she was going to hang out at Malik’s place and listen to the music he makes.
My heart sank as we walked back together, with Malik next to Amy on her right, and me on the left. Amy was visibly much closer to Malik as they playfully bumped shoulders. They were also looking into each other’s eyes, not even paying attention to anything else.
Amy slipped on a crack in the sidewalk because she was so distracted by Malik. He moved quickly as Amy looked scared and yelled, “Baby,” while reaching for his arm. He cradled her safely, and they shared a moment looking carnally into each other’s eyes. Breathing heavy and hard, she was crazy about this guy. It made the situation unbearable for me.
Then, Malik planted a kiss on Amy. She instantly reciprocated, putting her arms around his neck tightly, leaving me standing there waiting for them to stop. After almost a minute, I cleared my throat, and they finally broke, but not before Amy let out a very long, soft moan.
Amy and I went up to my room, as Malik waited impatiently downstairs. I went to the bathroom to change into shorts as she gathered her belongings. She then looked at me with a crooked smile when I came back.
Amy then got me to raise my arms, looking on a shelf for a book she said was left there too. Then she yanked my shorts and boxers down as I stood there, frozen. My baby carrot and mini balls flopped out. Amy almost cried because she was laughing so hard that she had to cover her mouth.
Then she said, “Oh, wait, look. The book was in my overnight bag all along,” with even more laughs.
Then, Amy said, “Welp, Danny boy, wish my pussy luck.” Then she kissed me on the cheek, patted my “little peepee,” as she said, and took off.
I watched, almost shaking, from my window. Amy and Malik were walking down the block hand in hand, back to his car. My mind was racing. I was going mad, as I couldn’t stop thinking of how the rest of Amy’s night was going to go.
“Listening to music, my ass,” I said. Then I looked down and saw I still had a boner, especially after Amy had her hands on it. I knew it was pathetic, but I tried jerking off to the thought of Amy drooling all over Malik’s giant cock.
It took me an hour of pulling on my little guy to realize that it just didn’t look like I was going to be able to finish, so I went to bed.
I woke up in the morning, and I got a text message from Amy with a link to a private website. I clicked on it, and it took me to a webpage with a huge picture of Malik in the center. He was lying back on a king-size bed in a Speedo. It was an apparent porn site called “Studio Eleven.”
There was a list of over fifty different female names, in random order. I clicked on the first name I saw, Mary. It was like Pornhub, as the next page had a video in the middle.
I clicked play and saw Malik on his bed in boxers. He was waving someone over from the other room. Then, this white brunette with huge tits walks to him naked and drops to her knees. Malik then stands up and drops his underwear, revealing a legitimate third leg.
Mary gasped, as I did too, and squealed, “EEK!” Then she began devouring his sledgehammer with no remorse. She used her mouth, hands, and big ass tits to get him hard. Then Mary let out a crazy scream as he was smacking her face hard with his bat. I fast-forwarded through over thirty minutes of foreplay.
I skimmed through the rest of the video, watching them fuck hard in all different positions, until he finally pulled out. Then he groaned loudly and shot the thickest load all over Mary’s face, neck, and chest. Then Malik looked into the camera and winked. Then the video ended.
I continued browsing more names while watching other videos. They all started with Malik in some form of undress, sitting on his bed.
Over the next couple of hours, I watched him plow through Mary, Helen, Layla, Chrissy, Roxie, Tonya, etc. Holy crap, the screams and almost seizures that he gave those women were truly mesmerizing. I eventually forgot what I was looking for; that’s when I saw them. In big, bold letters, two videos are labeled.
*****
AMY, and AMY-Danny
I almost spit my drink out. I felt weird, but I was so desperate to see her naked, I had to click something. So, I clicked AMY.
I was nervously expecting to see more of the same hard and loud sex scenes. The only internal conflict I was having was that it was the woman of my dreams who would be getting fucked stupid by Malik instead of some random skank. However, when I clicked play, a disclaimer appeared, stating that I needed a passcode to view.
I was pissed, so I went back and clicked on AMY-Danny. I figured it would work since it had my name on it, and I was right.
I clicked play, and the video opened to Amy’s face in selfie mode. She was in a bathrobe, slightly gasping and walking funny, as if her legs had fallen asleep.
Amy then says, “Danny. I’m so sorry that I got weird tonight. But dude, your dick is just way too fucking small. It felt like a thumb”.” No offense. Still, there’s absolutely no way I’d ever let you touch me with that ChapStick in your pants.” Then she declared she’s now “Fitted to Malik’s member, and Malik’s only.”
“And honestly, I don’t know if you’re gay or not, nor do I care. BUT, judging by how wide your mouth and eyes were when I caught you ogling Malik’s giant cock before, you might be.” I felt sick.
She continued, “I hope this is what you want.” Then she flips back to regular camera mode, and there he is.
Malik, naked as can be, is leaning back on his bed with a giant grin. He was very sweaty & looked like he was sculpted out of fucking marble. He was clearly trying to catch his breath, winded from whatever was going on.
Malik had all his glorious eleven inches on display, with a thick, curly, coarse bush. He had plum-like balls, and his cock was rock hard with a large, rocket head already slick & wet. I involuntarily got hard again.
Then Malik said, “We just fucked over three hours making the Amy video, dude, and now that she’s ‘Orgasmed out’, she said she’s gonna give me my last, most massive explosion of the night.”
Then he pulls the camera to his face and says, “Trust me, dude, I EARNED it. You’d know if you watched our video. Go check it out. I see you didn’t receive the passcode. Tough luck, little boy.”
Amy then said she felt bad because she was the one who didn’t want me to see them fucking. She said Malik really wanted to let me see him ripping her insides apart, but she shut it down. She said next that my tiny pecker and I don’t deserve to see her naked, or how she “makes love.”
Amy did say she wanted to make it up to me, though, by including me in the “grand finale,” as she put it. Said she felt sorry for me because I was so small. I just sat humbled and broken, but I couldn’t look away.
Amy walked over to Malik and then started kissing him. She started slowly jerking him off. She picked up his “bazooka,” as she put it, in one hand, then his huge balls with the other hand. One of his balls was bigger than my whole little pouch. Not surprising by any means, though.
The jerking went on for a handful of minutes before she dropped her mouth on it. The blowjob went on for fifteen long minutes. Fifteen long minutes of Amy slurping, moaning, and attempting to deepthroat Malik’s mastodon until he started to moan & contort his body.
Amy kept sucking like nobody’s business, ignoring his warnings. Then she gave him a wink and a thumbs up, as if to say, “Let it rain.”
Then Malik let it fire. Shot after shot of cum shooting down her throat. I was riddled with jealousy. He said he was finally finished after about twelve, thirteen giant grunts and visible rhythmic cock contractions. Then, Amy sits up and opens her mouth.
It was full of thick white cum. She spits it out onto his stomach. Jesus, it was a LOT of jizz. Then she says, “You ready for a magic trick, Danny boy?” Then lowers her head, slurps all the cum back up into her mouth, and swallows it. Then she opens it again, showing her empty mouth.
Then Malik says, “She even let me get in that tight little butthole. Amy is a true pro. That’s right, little boy, she’s my bitch now,” as I heard Amy laugh in the background.
The worst part for me — the bitch never even dropped the robe, so I ultimately got to see nothing I wanted to. Just a naked dude with a huge cock, balls, & load. Then Amy said, “K, bye, see you at work.” Then the video stopped. I barely touched myself & I came all over.
I had the next day off, so by the time I made it to work the day after, the manager and a couple of other girls were looking at me, waving their pinkies and laughing.
I found out Amy told all the other girls there (six) about my tiny little guy. I was the butt of many jokes at their expense for weeks, especially when the guys found out why the girls were laughing.
Joseph, the assistant manager, said, “My guy, is it true that your dick looks like half a string bean? Whip it out, man, I need a laugh too.” Customers eventually heard & started looking at me as well, snickering & laughing with my coworkers. I tried to ignore them as I focused on my work.
Amy shared the passcode with everyone at work because she was proud of her performance and sought their approval. The only thing she made them promise was that they wouldn’t give me the code, which they all obliged to. Everyone taunted me about how they saw everything.
I saw Amy a few days later, as she had taken some time off to “let herself recover” from their apparent “earthquake-inducing hump,” as she put it. We awkwardly smiled at each other.
She then leans in and says to me, “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me, little man.” Giving me an evil grin and a wink.
I ran into Ken as he was giving me a smirk, but I shied away. He looked at me and asked me loudly to “Finish the hand job you started giving me the other night.” He said, “You really left him high and dry. And I loved the way you licked your lips too, like you really wanted to suck my cock, right?”
My eyes shot open with embarrassment as I saw we were in front of a large group of customers. Everyone had a big laugh at me, some even calling me queer, as I stood dumbfounded.
I eventually quit out of embarrassment a couple of weeks later, as I couldn’t take overhearing stories about all the sex she was having with her new boyfriend, Malik.
The End.
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