Closeted Size Queen Pt. 01

"Wait, what?" I paused folding my clothes on the kitchen table as my best friend repeated himself.

"What do you mean 'what'? I just don't think it's that big, that's all."

I glanced at the banana in his hand. It was at least eight inches long, and thick enough that his fingers barely touched. And this guy did not have small hands.

"Yeah, okay, Jon. Whatever you say," I mumbled with an eyeroll, returning to my laundry.

I saw him shrug in my periphery. "I dunno. I handle bigger than that every night."

I laughed and looked back at him, my throat going dry when I saw the serious expression on his face. "You're joking."

He shrugged again and set the banana back in the bowl before stepping over and helping me fold towels. "You always say size doesn't matter anyway, right, Lynn?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, trying to focus on the pile of clothes in front of me. Jon quickly changed the subject as we folded the towels and clothes I'd thrown in to fill out the load. I nodded often and laughed at his jokes but found myself glancing more than once at his basketball shorts. Could it be that he's been hiding a big, fat cock from me all these years?

"... is that cool, Lynn?" Jon looked at me expectantly. I tried to recall what he had been saying but realized I had been daydreaming, wondering.

"Hm? Oh yeah, totally cool." I smiled at him, hoping he couldn't see the blush in my cheeks. I could feel heat rush a bit lower as I imagined him slipping the shorts down slowly...

"Great. It'll only be like one or two nights. She's only in town for the weekend, and my landlord should be done by Sunday. I'd hate for her to have to crash with me on Murph's couch."

Right. The long-distance girlfriend. Did I just offer up my spare room to them? I tried to focus as Jon put the towels in the small linen closet near the bathroom.

"Of course. That would suck." I carried my laundry up to my room and set it on the bed. *Jesus, Lynn. Focus. What does it matter if Jon's hung like a mythical beast? He's your best friend.*

Still, I couldn't get the image of his long, fat cock out of my mind. My panties were starting to cling to my lips as I thought about how good it would feel stretching my--

"Okay," came the voice from the doorway. I jumped and turned, setting a hand over my heart. Jon laughed. "Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm going to go grab Nadia from the airport and I'll come back in like an hour?"

I nodded, trying not to look back down at his crotch. Is that a fold of fabric or...

"Yeah, sure. I'll see you guys soon. Drive safe." I smile and turn around, hiding my blushing face yet again. I hear him leave and decide to occupy myself getting the guest room ready. I change the sheets and quickly dust and vacuum. I place a couple of fresh towels on the dresser, change into a sundress, and go to the kitchen to cook some dinner.

I'm just taking the casserole out of the oven when Jon and Nadia come in, laughing. "Oh hey, Lynn," Nadia says. "Thanks for letting us crash here. You have a great place."

I smile and thank her. Nadia's a sweet girl, but basically my antithesis in looks. Short and raven-haired, her lithe form and olive tone are a stark contrast to my ivory skin and tall, hourglass figure. I toss my blonde braid over my shoulder and invite them to sit down for dinner.

The rest of the evening passes nicely enough, but I can't get the thought of Jon's big dick out of my mind. At one point, I think I said nine o'cock, prompting Jon to joke about my needing to get laid. If only he knew.

A couple of glasses of wine later, I've convinced myself that he was probably lying. No one is bigger than that banana, not even David, who was easily the biggest I'd ever had. *I wonder what David is up to tonight...*

"Well, we should be getting to bed," Jon says. Nadia looks up at him with a hunger I know all-too-well, but still offers to help me clean up.

"No, no. You two go rest. I got this." They walk hand in hand down the hallway and I hear the door shut and the lock latch. I busy myself washing dishes, wondering if she could take care of him the way I could. My eyes fall on the banana again. I curse and text David. No luck--he's at a concert two hours away. I set my phone down and think of any other booty calls I could make. Unfortunately, most of the guys I know have moved states or moved on.

*Looks like a party of one,* I muse, heading to my room. Even though it's quiet through the shared wall, I put my headphones on and quickly fall asleep.

I wake up dazed, unsure what time it is. My playlist is long over and I take my headphones off. Big mistake. I hear Nadia's unmistakable voice moaning and groaning. Jon is shushing her, telling her to be quiet. The headboard knocks lightly against the wall as he fucks her.

I hear their muffled conversation through the wall.

"Oh fuck... Not so hard," she moans. "Oh God, you're so big!"

"Mmm, baby you feel so fucking good. I've missed this pussy."

Grunts and moans replace words as they continue to fuck. I can hear Jon getting closer, and Nadia has already cum twice by the time I realize my fingers are on my clit, furiously strumming. I reach for my dildo, a big purple behemoth I've dubbed "Thanos" and push it slowly into my needy pussy.

I time my thrusts with theirs, wanting to cum when he does.

"Oh fuck, I'm getting so close. Fuck..." Jon groans.

"Cum on my ass," I hear Nadia say. Knowing he's fucking her from behind, in my favorite position, makes me cum. I shudder and shake, biting my lip to keep from screaming out. My pussy clamps down on the dildo inside me. All I can picture is Jon, pulling my hair and fucking me from behind, just like he's doing to his little girlfriend right now.

He grunts and I hear her say something about the size of the load he sprayed onto her. "I'll get you a towel," he mumbles before getting up. I hear the squeak of the door and decide to get a glass of water from the bathroom.

I'm standing in the doorway sipping my water, my nightgown clinging to my curves. He sees me and tries to hide his cock with the hand towel, but not before I've seen the large shadow.

"Shit, Lynn. I didn't know you were still up. Sorry." His eyes flick over my form.

"It's okay. I just needed some water."

A moment passes between us before he stammers something about getting back to his girl. I nod and watch him disappear back into the room.

I know then that I absolutely have to fuck him.