| After Seeing Joe - Part 2
JD: He was buck-naked and leaving little doubt that the previous night had actually occurred. The only thing that could possibly change my mind was that maybe he was already erect. Even then, his schlong was bigger than mine in its fully engorged state. But it was just too much like the 'dream'. Deep down I knew he wasn't hard yet. He was just lying there, sleeping completely flaccid and content. He later confirmed his soft state when he shuffled around shooing a fly, and his soft penis bounced and jiggled with the movement.
Just watching his flaccid penis sitting there was more than enough to get me rock hard. My rock hard penis didn't even come close to his soft meat. He was immense. There was no way around it. I couldn't keep deceiving myself that it was just a dream. It was real; really big.
I stared at his unit, stroking myself. I started to work up to yet another orgasm as quietly as I possibly could. I mean, what would he think of me masturbating while looking at his massive genitals? The sight of this huge man sleeping a few inches from me sporting a cock that was truly one in a million was too much for me to ignore.
He shuffled around again, and repositioned himself. Still laying on his side his cock was moved away from his balls. It lay almost perpendicular to his body pointing down slightly toward his legs. It rested not far from my own sleeping bag still in a flaccid state. I could only change position quietly and keep staring at this huge prize lying just inches from me.
As I stared and touched myself, it looked as if his penis was getting closer to my sleeping bag. I blinked and looked again. It was. He was getting his own morning wood. Thoughts were running through my head, mainly concerns for him. He had to get rid of his hard on before we went outside. The only way to do that is to masturbate. If he had the same kind of reaction to stimulation as he did last night the people outside will definitely hear. What were we going to do?
His penis kept its unmistakable transformation to its erect state. It slowly inched up closer to me. Just as I thought it would actually make contact with my sleeping area, it jerked upwards towards his belly, slapping against his own sleeping bag. Seeing him now in broad daylight, I could definitely see that his penis was massive. There was nothing to hide it now in all its glory. There were no shadows to make it look bigger or smaller than it actually was. He was huge.
I turned into my bed so I could thrust my hips into my sleeping bag. I was hot, and this sight just made my temperature go up even more. It didn't matter. I needed some relief from the incredible amount of visual stimulation I was receiving. It didn't matter if I woke Joe up. I needed to cum.
I kept my head tilted so I could see Joe's huge meat, and continued thrusting. I blew almost instantly, pushing whatever liquid I had remaining in my balls out with constricted breaths. Compared to last night, that had to be one of the smallest loads I ever produced, and it was simply from the amount of times I had already cum over the last few hours.
I collapsed on my sleeping bag, once again exhausted, breathing heavy. I tried to quietly recover from yet another orgasm caused indirectly by my best friend. His own hard on was at full attention, waiting patiently for its own relief. I wanted to help it out if I could, but I knew that any direct act on my part would probably be seen as a bad thing.
I rested quietly contemplating how he would proceed when he woke up. I hoped to myself that he would masturbate himself. It would be best if he jacked himself so I could see him cum again like the big show he had put on last night, but I knew he would probably rely on the more traditional approach now that I knew what he was capable of. I could only imagine what his giant snake would spurt with a full load. Imagine what he could do after being the master of his domain for say only one week. We would have to build another arc!
I was lost in my own thoughts when Joe stretched. He grew completely tense. His legs went rigid, as he reached for the sky with his hands. His penis swelled with the additional blood flow and jerked up in response. His cockhead grew to unbelievable proportions, and I again wondered how he would ever be able to fit his manhood into a woman. I realized that he was waking up and I was staring at his naked, hard package. I quickly looked up at his face just as he turned toward me shoving his covers away from his head.
Joe must have realized he was exposed. He reached down through his sleeping bag to grab his tool, only to find that it was out in mid air. He flew his sleeping bag back over himself and looked over at me saying, "Man, it got hot in here".
If only he knew how hot it really was on my side of the tent! I told him in a concerned voice, "People are up. Sounds like they are getting breakfast going."
He looked at me as if to say 'Yeah, so…what's the problem'. I smiled knowing full well what I perceived the problem to be. I said in a hushed voice, "So they are gonna expect us to be up soon for breakfast and you are too up if you know what I mean…what are ya gonna do?"
He said, "Ok," but then realized what my concern was and said not returning my hushed voice, "Oh…you mean this?" He flipped off his sleeping bag and had his penis with one hand wagging it at me, again rubbing it in my face. He smiled and said, "Relax, I can take care of it."
I voiced my concern to him saying, "But if you masturbate like you did last night, people are gonna hear."
He once again downplayed my concerns saying "Calm down, I'll take care of it."
If he only knew the irony of his words, 'Calm down'. Yeah right. There was no way in hell. He was waving a gargantuan dick at me and wanted me to calm down. I could see that our playfulness from the previous night had not gone. If anything he was acting even more at ease with me now. I guess the secret was out, so why stop now.
He told me, "I am too hot to cum with the sleeping bag on, hope you don't mind watching me again."
He was too hot! How well I knew! And did I mind? Uh…two words came to mind 'hell no'. He actually seemed to enjoy the admiration. He was still on his side, penis in hand, when he let go to reposition himself and his bag. He straightened out his sleeping bag to get it ready for another shower of his cum, as his monster dick dangled down beneath him. | 
