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Junior was horny again, and listened to the professor with only half his brain. The prof was lecturing on how to use Newton's laws to calculate the acceleration of a rocket in space. To Junior, the rocket spewing exhaust out the back looked to Junior like a cock shooting cum, especially in white chalk on a blackboard. Junior glanced around the room at his classmates, all heavily-endowed guys with their outsize bulges proudly protruding; typical campus attire.
Breedum Hung University is tops in academia because mental acuity is improved by constant sexual fulfillment, but only if it's free from distracting emotional entanglements. Casual homosexual encounters are perfect in this regard, providing an outlet for gays and straights alike. Thus the strict admissions requirement (not advertised, of course) that the exclusively male students be far above average in genital size. This attribute not only correlates strongly with gayness [1], it's something straights can be attracted to as well, unifying the otherwise diverse student population in salutary activities.
Junior's straight dick was getting straighter as he sat in class, aching for an orgasm in the hand or mouth of the next anonymous guy. Though a dedicated heterosexual, he was getting off several times a day from mansex, and he needed more of it ASAP. The end of his pecker was now poking out of his pocket, forcing his keys onto the floor. He bent down to retrieve them, taking an opportunity to look between the legs of the man behind him, seeing a cloth-covered package of anaconda meat. This further stiffened Junior's trouser snake, so he had to put back the keys in the opposite pocket. Thankfully, springing a giant boner in class was commonplace, so Junior's condition wasn't scandalous. Even so, seeing junior's pocket turned inside out by an obvious erection, some men around him had to readjust their own pants.
Between classes, Junior headed to the restroom where he was sure to get relief. None of the toilet stalls was occupied, but a guy was slowly jacking his apparently hard cock at one of the urinals. Junior went to the adjacent one and pulled his pants down, letting his baseball bat boner swing out and up. The other fellow uttered "FFFuck...!" and jacked himself more rapidly while reaching over and grabbing Junior's rigid dong. This was Junior's typical modus operandi: show it off and get guys excited, and then let them do whatever it takes to make the thing erupt. For some reason, anyone who saw him in this state of excitement became obsessed with making that huge thing shoot, and who could blame them?
Junior expected the guy to discreetly move the action to the stalls and get him off through a convenient gloryhole, but instead the guy simply got on his knees and went to work. This inveterate cocksucker could swallow the upper third of Junior's pole while stroking the rest with both hands in a sort of swirling motion. After about a minute of this treatment, Junior could feel the need starting to build up, predicting he'd blow his load down the guy's throat in three or four minutes. Cumming from getting head every day had made him an expert in what it took to get off.
Just then, another student entered the restroom as if he actually had some waste elimination business to attend to. He stopped in front of the urinals, where neither Junior nor the guy sucking him felt like hiding or even getting out of the way. The guy apparently had to piss, but staring open-mouthed at the lewd spectacle got him hard in his pants immediately. He soon had it out and was masturbating, his piss-need canceled by the hardon. "Fuckin' huge, man. Oh yeah, make that thing cum. So fuckin' big." The guy was beating off as if he intended to drop a load onto the floor ahead of Junior.
And then some more people entered the men's room. Two of these wore yellow hardhats and fluorescent green safety vests, with name badges on lanyards around their necks. The third was an embarrassed-looking young man, basically being dragged along. The vibe from these folks felt like trouble, but all that the guys in Junior's group could do was stop and stare, as drops of precum drooled from their dicks.
"It would appear that your sexual activity is centered around a big penis" stated he higher-ranking official, tilting his head up while looking down at Junior's centerpiece. This guy was male, but thin and smooth-skinned, with a vague air of femininity about him. His assistant was a bit more butch-looking, but cowed, deferential, and silent as his superior held forth. "Well, this is a teachable moment. You need to realize that a large penis is not the be-all and end-all of sexual activity, as you have been socially conditioned to believe. A small penis is just as exciting. We can take this opportunity to provide an alternative experience, which shall be instructive and transformative. We aim to reverse your social programming, which has resulted in outright rejection and psychological damage to men such as this." The official pulled the dragged-along guy forward, planting him next to Junior. "Take out your penis." The poor fellow apologetically stuck out his wiener, which was hard, but he had to hold it with two fingers or it would disappear into his fist. "You see, this male member is perfectly acceptable and attractive as a sex object, and will more than suffice for your purposes."
The expressions of "what the fucking hell" on the faces of Junior and his pals grew more intense as the official continued. "And you (pointing to Junior) can now leave with us and let these fine gentlemen learn the value of difference. Please provide your student ID number so that we may issue you a citation for perpetuating harmful myths." All cocks wilted as gloom descended on the room.
"Hey, Beeb! You wanna know what happened to me this afternoon?!!" Back at his dorm room, Junior was livid while he gave his roommate Beeb (short for Bull Balls) a detailed run-down.
Beeb laughed. "Yeah, well, I was afraid of this. There's a new Dean of Students who doesn't seem to get what this school is all about, and they're bringing in some kinda PC crap about don't oppress the teeny weenies. Here's part of an official email that got sent to everybody."
Beeb tapped on his phone and read the passage. "The privileging of large penises is part of a constellation of male supremacist, sexist tropes, which oppress and harm those who are excluded by these practices. Such bias is exclusively the result of social programming, some might say eroticized brainwashing. To correct this, we must disrupt the sexual norms as they are, and practice acceptance of those who are differently hung. This university must become penis size diverse, breaking the cycle of propagandization and personal habit."
Beeb looked up from his phone. "Well, Junior ol' pal, you're not the first victim of this goofball. I've heard stories like yours from other friends, even about getting live messages in the middle of jacking off to internet porn if you're on a big cocks channel."
"What the fucking hell!" exclaimed Junior. "I LIKE big cocks, I've GOT a big cock, lotsa guys LIKE my cock, what the fuck. Who can tell me what to want? For fuck sake, as a straight guy, all I want from men is their dicks. Well, friendship of course, and, okay, I like it when they're handsome and in shape and friendly. But big meat gets me really excited and I'm not gonna forego it for some social engineering bullshit!"
"I hear ya" replied Beeb. "But this goofy shit is all over the universities now, and we're just the latest. I mean, I'm gonna do what I fucking please, and pretend to comply, and after a while this will all go away. It's always like that."
"I dunno" Junior retorted. "It goes away because people resist and make it go away. It takes guts and morals, but somebody has to stand up for individual rights. I tell ya, if they do me like that again, I'll knock 'em down!"
"Hey, don't get all riled up! That built-up cum load's leaking into yer brain. Let's get outta this crazy place for a few hours. I know a good nude beach where it's all guys and a lotta action." Beeb winked. "I'll drive."
A half hour later, they reached the end of paved highway and turned onto a dirt road. At the end of this, a small parking lot was nearly filled with cars. One particularly beautiful 1950s Cadillac was parked further out on a spit of sandy land that jutted into a lagoon. A blond surfer dude posed in front of it as an artist took photographs and painted details onto a canvas. The dude's Hawaiian shirt and shorts color-complimented the car's paint. The sun, low in the sky, made bright reflections on shiny surfaces, while silvery cloth disks on nearby stands threw soft light onto the man's blond arm and leg hair. Without changing pose, he cast a sideways glance at Junior and Beeb's ample crotch bulges.
"Looks great" commented Junior, "but why paint way out here? Why not next to the sea?"
"Chrome at sunset" replied the artist. "California cars are always pictured near sunset, so you see the sky and sea and sand in the chrome. Here on the East Coast you can't do the same thing at sunrise, 'cause the sky color is different. So, I have to use the lagoon."
Junior kinda understood. He and Beeb walked down a rocky path to the beach, where, as Beeb had said, it was all guys. "And probably none of 'em PC either!" thought Junior. They dug channels in the sand to accommodate their genital meat, threw down a blanket, undressed, and laid on it facing down so as not to attract attention at first. Propping themselves up on their elbows, they watched the parade of naked men cruising along the firm sand near the water. Nobody looks good trudging through soft sand, so guys strutted their stuff where they could saunter gracefully, their cocks and low-hanging balls swinging pendulously or slapping back and forth on their thighs. That is, if they weren't sporting hardons. A fair number of stiff dicks seemed to come from a rocky area to the south.
Junior was intrigued. "So Beeb, I thought it was gauche to spring a boner at the nude beach. Isn't it the sign of a neophyte who can't help himself 'cause he's never seen a crowd of naked cocks?"
"Naw, not here. There's stuff happening all over that would stiffen your wood too, you'll see. Especially in that rocky part on the right. There's little rock forts guys have made, where they pretend to hide away and do each other, but you can plainly see 'em. Guys coming from there have either been fooling around or have seen somebody doing it."
"Like that guy there, with the bent-looking one" Junior observed. "It may point down, but it doesn't swing at all. He's got a boner, although you might not think so at first." Beeb had to agree. Junior and Beeb spent a while critiquing the cockmeat on display, then got up and ventured over to the rocky action area. On the way, Junior noticed a lot of other action happening on the sand. Here and there guys were handling each other's stiff dicks or even blowing each other, but doing so discreetly, blocking the view of the action with their bodies.
Junior could see all this now while walking past, and it began to give him a hardon. This worsened the problem he and Beeb had already; attracting attention. Already, horny naked men were visually tracking the two as they made their way toward the notorious action zone, presumably to make use of those prize-winning schlongs and nuts. Some of these men got up and followed at a distance.
Negotiating a path through the boulders, Junior and Beeb could now see full-on exhibitionistic scenes of unabashed jacking, sucking, and fucking. The rock forts were not so much walls as demarkations of little stages where studs were performing for the passing crowd. Near some of these stages, the crowd had begun to participate, spilling the action out into a raging clusterfuck. Our two heroes were wondering if they could find an unoccupied fort, when they were whistled and waved at by someone familiar. The surfer dude and the artist had staked out a fort, and beckoned Junior and Beeb to come join them.
"Hey you guys! First time here? Pretty good party, eh?" The artist was the outgoing one, while his surfer model was a taciturn Adonis. "You guys have some spectacular meat on ya! I'd love to paint you both!" Junior figured this might mean painting him with pearly white from a special brush. Actually, more like a fountain pen.
"It's my friend's first time here" Beeb said, then added "He's no neophyte, though."
As Junior stepped over Surfer Dude, his construction crane cock slapped the blond guy in the face. "Sorry" said Junior, but when he sat down, Dude leaned over, saying "Oh yeah, well, just for that..." and started gobbling Junior's now fully erect cock like a pro.
"Nuts!" said Artist, as he buried his face in Beeb's massive scrotum, then moved up and started to blow him. Beeb figured this guy must be enjoying the privilege of all realist artists (and some cubists, too), that of fucking their models. How many blowjobs would he charge for a small portrait, Beeb wondered.
An audience was beginning to form. Everybody was beating his meat, or that of the guy next to him. Soon it was a proper circle jerk, an arousing spectacle itself. At this particular inlet on the coast of New England, tradition dictates that circle jerk participants have a cock in each hand and two hands on their cock, requiring cocks of at least eight inches length (four inches per fist being the rule of thumb, so to speak). This group of locals far exceeded the minimum, providing each other with plenty to appreciate. As veterans of many such traditional jerks, they had enough manual skill and coordination to guarantee each other a ball-draining cum shot. Thus the occasional fountain of jizz shooting across the circle, sprinkling Junior, Beeb, Artist and Dude.
The four men in the fort had switched around and were sucking each other's cocks in a square. Finally getting to swallow Junior's monster was getting Artist so hot that Beeb might not have to wait long for a mouthful. Dude was the best at fellatio, making Beeb's giant balls tingle in hot anticipation. Junior, whose skills were improving daily, did a serviceable job of servicing Dude.
Artist, ever visually aware of his surroundings, kept checking out the circle of big cocks as they got jacked to the point of cumming. A spurt of sperm flew through the air and landed on him, and then a long series of hot jets, emitting from a heavy cummer whose balls were being systematically drained. This, plus the feel of a fantastic cock in his face, triggered Artist off and he shot a bucketload into Beeb's mouth. The cock erupting down his throat plus the expert sucking by Dude soon popped Beeb's nut, making him shoot his typical gallon onto Dude's tonsils. Dude started to choke and had to pull off and let the spurting cock spray him in the face, but this was fine by him.
As Artist and Beeb finished ejaculating, one of the men in the circle made an observation: "Boy, if that cock was combined with those balls, what a superhero package that would be!" The others voiced their agreement.
Artist, ever the creative genius, heard this and had an idea. "Ha! Allow me to pose you two for a very special photograph!" He guided Junior next to Beeb, arranged their legs, had them shift position, and voila! Junior appeared to have Beeb's titanic testicles dangling below his immense dick! The sight of this was enough to make the rest of the circle jerk guys pop their nuts if they hadn't already, resulting in a shower of jism onto the new cock-n-ball sculpture. "Perfect!" exclaimed Artist, as he snapped a cluster of photos from various angles. He showed Dude the images on the rear of his digital camera.
Junior was getting annoyed. "Ok, so everybody's shot a nice load, and I had a hand in it, and I'm proud of that. It's one of my joys in life, getting guys hot by showing it off. But for fuck sake, I need to get my rocks off too, and it's been a frustrating day, and I hate to ask, but won't somebody provide me a little satisfaction? Geez!"
Dude, though not very talkative, was a caring soul as well as an expert cocksucker. "Oh, I'm sorry. A guy like you gets taken advantage of sometimes. Lemme pop that ol' nut." At which point he knelt down in front of Junior, who was now on his back, and went to work. Some of the circle jerk guys were getting hard again, and resumed jacking each other for Junior's visual benefit. Junior didn't really need much inducement, because Dude's technique was rapidly getting him hot. Dude of course couldn't get much of the thing down his throat, but he rapidly jacked the rest of the shaft so fast his hand was a blur, and tickled Junior's balls. Dude's tongue concentrated its friction on the sensitive part behind the head, so he only needed to swallow a few inches to get Junior delirious.
The guy who'd drenched Artist in semen was a multiple cummer. When he started to blow a second voluminous load in a rapidly pumping fist, it inundated Beeb, who held his balls out to be coated with white stuff. Watching those big nuts being splattered with sequential spurts of spunk got Junior's balls boiling and he finally had to pump his hefty load into Dude's mouth. Once Dude assured himself that Junior's last drop had been shot, he grabbed his own dick and yanked it the same way he did Junior's. Hot as he was, in a few seconds he launched multiple jets of spooge across Junior's legs, then flopped back onto the beach blanket, worn out. "This thing's covered in cum!" he groaned.
As they pulled into the dorm parking lot, Beeb commented to Junior "See? Wasn't that a nice interLEWD? It restores your confidence in humanity. Last time I was there...what the fuck?" A group of triumphant students with protest signs was gleefully parading along the footpath that came from campus. As he got out of the car, Beeb recognized a friend and called to him. "Hey! What's this all about?"
The friend saw Beeb and Junior and motioned for his comrades to come greet their heroes. "It's the iconic Beeb and Junior! You guys are famous! We won!" The puzzled expressions on Junior and Beeb's faces asked the question clearly enough. "This 'penile diversity' shit pissed everyone off, so we decided to get together and occupy the administration building! That picture you took of Junior's dick and Beeb's balls making one gigantic package got posted everywhere, and to us it meant 'united, we are greater than when divided'! So we put it on our protest signs and sang 'we shall come all over' in the Chancellor's office. We got the Dean of Students fired! Hooray for horsecocks!!" Several students pulled out their whangs and did The Helicopter.
Junior was shocked. "So, that artist guy must have posted those pictures online right after he took them! OK, I'm not ashamed, but how did everyone know it was us?"
"Aww, c'mon! By now, everybody knows every vein and wrinkle on our junk. We're stars! Be proud!"
"But I wasn't there for the real action" complained Junior. "I wanted to do something right in the world."
"But you did, pal. You contributed immensely by doing what you always do best."
"Which is?"
"Showing off your dick!"
Junior sighed and glumly wondered what would be on his gravestone.
Reference: 1. A. F. Bogaert and S. Hershberger, "The relation between sexual orientation and penile size", Archives of Sexual Behavior Vol. 28, pp. 213-221 (1999).