Thread: The Swap [JohnD and Sigr]

William went from laughing and feeling like the hottest guy in the world to nervously staring at the huge bulge in Laura's boxers. How could emotions change so quickly? Feeling her hands grabbing at his ass and pulling him in, saying he looked amazing, it was like he was in a different dimension. He never imagined Laura doing anything like that, he also never imagined Laura having a cock. His cock at that, now having to deal with an erection that formed from watching him pose in lingerie. Wasn't everything supposed to be the other way around? Maybe it was better like this, he couldn't think of anyway where he'd convince Laura to run a 'fashion show' for him. The sheer inability to decide what to even do with Laura, and considering all the options he had, resulted in William letting out a bag of nervous laughter. Their problem was really juvenile, she had an erection and there was only one way to solve that kind of problem. In fact, before last night, William was solving that problem multiple times a day. I guess my sex-drive came with my dick. Couldn't last a few minutes of me posing before popping one, hm? William teased her, laughing a little once more, but the problem probably wasn't funny for her. He figured she knew what to do, but like him with his new parts, she probably felt anxious and nervous to even touch the thing. William got on his knees in front of the bed, patting the space in front of him for her to come closer. When she did, William grabbed the band of her boxers, tugging them down enough to unleash her cock and balls from it. Seeing it pop out, it looked different from this perspective. Not that it just looked bigger when it wasn't on him, it looked more, appealing and intimidating. It was hard to explain it, it was the same bulbous fierce head, the same thick shaft, but it really fit Laura. She had the big butt, the nice boobs, the soft lips, having a massive, meaty cock just completed her look, rather than making her look strange. Come on Laura, you look like you saw a bug crawling on you. It's simple and fun to deal with this, let me show you, you can say I'm an expert. His lips curling into a cocky smirk, his hand reaching out to grab at her shaft Put your hand on top of mine. Once she listened to him, he started rubbing up her shaft and towards her head, dragging the skin across her. He figured she probably knew how to jack herself off from porn, but actually doing it was another thing. With his pace starting off slow, and doing it for her, it gave her plenty of time to get comfortable performing the action and enjoy it. He didn't keep the baby-pace forever though, pumping her cock in his hand faster as time went on, his hand gliding up and down her cock with relative ease. His eyes looking up at her the whole time, seeing her enjoying herself from his actions made him feel good. He felt oddly comfortable giving her a handjob, it'd be no different than fingering her, but this felt a lot more natural. He figured it was because it was his dick, and this was more just teaching her how to use it. Well, that was the excuse anyway. In that moment he remembered that he was supposed to be teaching her how to masturbate, not do it for her, so eventually when he saw pre-cum coming from her tip, he took his hand off and let her do it herself. Now with time to focus on himself, William realized he also had a growing problem. Feeling his thong starting to cling to his pussy and clit, even if he didn't know that's what it was yet, not being able to sit still for long rubbing his thighs together. He didn't want to think about what was going on, it just made him even more anxious and needy of something he wasn't sure of, like a scratch he couldn't itch. He decided he'd focus on her again, reaching up to play with her balls while she explored herself, rubbing them softly in his hands. However, the longer he watched Laura play with her thick cock, watched her breasts jiggle, heard her soft moans from being played with, it just made his problem worse and worse. He couldn't take it anymore, letting his free hand go down towards his crotch and rub his panties into him, squirming and letting out his own round of soft moans when he felt the fabric press into him. Fuck, that felt good, that was the scratch that he needed itched. He stood up, grabbing the thong and sliding it off, kicking it to the floor, he had an idea that could benefit both of them. The next thing he did was lay on her bed and spread his legs wide, feeling how wet he was. Maybe you want to rub it on your, uhm, pussy? It is yours after all, I'm sure it feels better than your hand, I don't want to not let you use it and enjoy yourself. It was a dangerous path to go down, saying it was her pussy and she should be able to use it when she wanted. Something he might regret later, but he needed relief and he needed an excuse to feel that huge cock rubbing on him. He realized how weird that sounded in his head, but this was the reality now.