Herman was following Jane all over the house, pestering her to no end. He had been doing a lot of that lately. It worked to his advantage once, having led to the removal of the cock clamp and hidden cameras, but this time he had run into a stonewall. The gist of his angst was that he wanted to have a scene with Jinmin in Jane's next video.
"Will you stop bugging me? I told you, I don't know what I'm gonna do."
"I know you're working on a script. I know Jinmin..."
"You don't know squat," Jane interjected.
"Okay, lets pretend that Jinmin does have a scene. She'll have to work with someone...why not me?"
"If you're that hot for her," replied Jane, "ask her out on a date, like a normal person."
Herman paused. "I can't."
"What do you mean you can't? Why not? You got a job, money, you got a car; I mean, she's already seen you beat-off, what's the problem?" Herman blushed. "What, you don't think she likes your six-inch dick?"
"Six-and-a-quarter..."
"Whatever."
"I don't know," he sighed, "you saw what happened with Tony."
Jane smirked. "Jesus, that was something, wasn't it?"
Jinmin had fainted - literally fainted - the first time she laid eyes on what it was that turned Tony into Big Tony. An odd troupe has unexpectedly descended into Marlow's backyard. Pete was clothed, but the two houseboys weren't, and two young, nubile girls were tagging along. Marlow was soaking up the sun, wearing a bikini, while Tony swam laps in the pool. The former Mister Nude America had no need for a bathing suit, and he stepped out of the pool to greet the visitors completely unaware that his nudity could be cause for concern. For most of the assemblage it wasn't, but the two Donkey-girls-in-training weren't quite prepared for the trophy dick, attached as it was to a trophy male specimen.
Tony had stepped out of the pool, giving Jinmin a clear view of his package, which hung between his legs like a lethal weapon. She made an audible gasp almost instantly, followed by uttering something that sounded like, 'oh shit', and the next thing anyone knew she had slumped and fallen to the grass, unconscious, where she remained.
Tony was quick to rush over, and he knelt down before her, trying to bring her to life, but as soon as Jinmin came to and opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a big, fat sausage hovering but inches from her face - she moaned and slumped back down into unconsciousness. This time Tony picked her up and brought her over to the air mattress, giving the houseboys full access to her panty-clad bottom. Good thing Jane had removed the clamp; otherwise Herman would be in a lot of trouble, seeing that his penis was rocking to the Jinmin beat, the short-skirted, white-panty beat. Koh's dick was dancing and dangling, but it was hard to say whether it was caused by Jinmin's panties or simply in its natural state.
Jinmin was eventually able to compose herself to the point where she could be penis-adjacent without going to pieces. While Eva's reaction to Tony's dick was more subdued, she made no secret of her visual attraction, seeing how she eyed it hungrily. The Royal Penis had risen to about eleven-inches, which was impressive, but it also meant that there was room for growth. What impressed the girls the most though was the hook; the lower half of Tony's shaft, which bent significantly, as it was wont to do. It was in full boomerang mode now, curving to an almost ninety-degree angle. All it took to turn Tony on were admirers, and he had had many, all vying for his attention, but fainting? He chuckled at the thought. Girls had always gone ape-shit over him, so that was nothing new, but causing a girl to faint was special, and Jinmin immediately won a small place in his heart.
Pete, meanwhile, was feeling quite threatened, and who could blame him? He was also very glad to be wearing clothes. There was no way Marlow would care about his nine-inch rod, which suddenly felt inadequate no matter how good he could wield it. She'd scoff at it - it would seem that Tony had made him redundant. But man, she was smoking hot. Even sun bathing she looked glammed, and Pete was starting to think that jerking off in front of her might be a tasty treat, so if that was as good as it got...
"How do you get it to bend?" Tony stood there with hands on hips, proud as can be. The girls cared not for his muscles other than the one between his legs. In their youthful naivety they had ignored his buffed biceps, his ripped pecs, and went right for the meat. Tony found their immaturity refreshing; and there was nothing wrong with a little penis-worship. He began to feel a tingle all over, which gave him an idea.
"How do I get it to bend?" Tony smiled. "I don't know, but this is nothing. You should see what I can do with a yo-yo."
Jane looked at Marlow, who nodded in affirmation. All serious bodybuilders know the importance of exercising every muscle, but most were limited by their penis size. Tony always believed that he won his nude title because he was able to exercise his cock, which was then in harmony with the rest of his body. He used to place a lead-lined band over his bone and do curls; lately he had been fooling around with a yo-yo. Tony walked over to his workout bench, where he kept it. "Nice cheeks," whispered Jinmin, causing Eva to giggle.
"There's one thing," Tony said, playing his trump card. "In order to get this to work, I need a full erection..."
Need he say more - apparently not? Herman looked on forlornly, his hopes crushed by the wayside, as Jinmin and Eva attacked Tony's tool with gusto. They were very quickly able to prove that Tony's cock did indeed have room for growth. "Wow." Jinmin giggled. "This is the biggest one I've ever seen." Did she have to be so enthusiastic? Didn't Jinmin know that Herman pined for her? It was his cock, not Tony's, that she should be hungering after.
Making matters worse, Jinmin put it to her tongue, and Herman's dreams sank and died along with his hopes. Damn that Tony. He stole Marlow from him, and now Jinmin. Koh seemed to be handling things all right, but that might have been because his bikini-clad mistress was standing right next to him, and she had her hand placed squarely on his butt cheeks, copping a feel.
Even at twelve-and-a-quarter inches - full mast - the dramatically bent angle remained. A boner didn't change the curvature. The ever-observant Jane, seeing how the girls ignored Tony's muscles and went right for the dong, knew that she had found the next generation of Donkey girls. The train keeps on rolling, she thought, making a mental note to remind Pete that she needed a cougar, a hot thirty-something, to complete her casting. Pete really did know how to pick them. Eva and Jinmin exceeded expectations; Jane's only consideration was whether men would beat-off when watching them on video, and in that regard they passed their audition, regardless of the outcome with Tony. The challenge for Jane would be to harness and then exploit their potential.
"Okay girls, that's enough. Lets save it for the yo-yo." It was a Duncan model; they were a leader in yo-yo manufacturing, and of their many models Tony's preference was one that had an automated return, easily triggered by a hard tug from his penis. The trick was in having a dick strong enough to trigger the return mechanism, which big Tony obviously had.
He slipped the loop over his erection. He had a real good stiffie, and there was no way he'd lose it either; the girls slavish attention would see to that. They were smiling and giggling unashamedly, and even Jane was watching intently. As jaded as she was, Tony was going into uncharted waters with his yo-yo thing. Marlow had already seen it, so she was more concerned with Koh's reaction to her butt massage, and she found reassurance in his twitching, fluttering member.
"Here's what I call walking-the-dog." Tony exerted his stomach muscles to get his cock to wag up and down. Faster and faster it went, and at one point, right when it was about to go into a downward trajectory, he thrust his hips, and the yo-yo dropped to the ground and began to roll several feet down the patio. Tony exerted force to move his cock upward, thrust his hips again, and the yo-yo, like magic, returned to his feet. Another hard yank and the yo-yo went back up to his cockhead, waiting for its next command.
Another use of his stomach muscles and the walk began all over again...
It's one thing to be applauded for a successful masturbation, as Herman and Koh had been; it was quite another to be recognized for brilliantly entertaining cocksmanship. Tony basked in the adulation, as one would expect him to. William certainly couldn't control a yo-yo the way he could; nobody could - he was certain of that. That's why he won Mister Nude America. He was a unique physical specimen. His dick, untouched by steroids, rose majestically above the competition. Admittedly, William was a close second, but in bodybuilding there was no second, only first.
Flush from pulling off the yo-yo trick, Tony was now ready for the after-party, which began almost immediately, when Jinmin decided to take her appreciation to the next level, for without saying a word, she took it upon herself to get the party started. She saw it as her right, her duty, and her privilege to fellate the boomerang, which would forever be her name for it. Nobody uttered a word of complaint; nobody told her to stop, and besides, the way Tony was reacting, anyone telling her to stop would have to answer to him. Tony enjoyed being fellated as much as the next man. Usually it was an eye-popping hottie doing the sucking, but having it done by an enthusiastic, eighteen-year-old science nerd in geeky eyeglasses was a nice change-of-pace. Moreover, having it done while Marlow watched was, of course, priceless.
Eva felt compelled to join in, not wanting Jinmin to have the prize all to herself. Fortunately, Tony's penis was large enough to accommodate both of them, so they didn't have to fight over access. Pete had long since faded into the background. He wanted no part of Tony's world. It was ironic, because what had begun as an opportunity for him to impress Marlow had turned into an impromptu audition by his latest discoveries. It wasn't supposed to be an audition, it just turned into one, the girls having taken it upon themselves to act as they saw fit when encountering a trophy penis.
Jane was still thinking about the yo-yo and how she could incorporate it into a script, while Herman consoled himself by focusing on the panties Jinmin was flashing while she sucked. Was she devious enough to be spreading her legs deliberately, keeping him interested, showing that she had feelings for him? Did she know about his panty fetish? It never crossed his mind that her modesty had been overtaken by her lust, and had she known a pervert was riveted on her crotch she might have covered up, but Herman could fantasize, couldn't he?
Tony spread his legs apart and crouched slightly at the knees. "You girls suck good," he grunted. He wavered slightly and Jane indicated to the houseboys that they should stand next to Tony and prop him up, because it looked like he needed some support, and he gratefully draped his arms over their shoulders once they had moved into place. They didn't mind; it got them closer to the girls, and Herman and Koh had a great angle to observe their blowjob technique, which consisted of a lot of tongue, a lot of giggling, kissing and sucking. In other words, they did it all. While Herman could admire their skill and their verve, it still pained him to know that he wasn't on the receiving end. Koh's pain had been tempered by Marlow's soothing touch. And the way she looked at him...the last time he saw that look on her face was the night he had lost his cherry, and seeing it again made his head spin. So what if Marlow was banging Tony? And sure, she craved Tony's junk, but so did he - who the hell didn't? Koh had sucked it, so why not Eva?
Tony gave indications that the semen train was about to depart the station, so Jinmin removed her mouth, pulled it away from Eva, and tugged on it with both hands. This was certainly better than stroking high-school boys. "That's it," he bellowed; "I'm cumming..."
