Recently, you called your friend Vic short, and as always, he got mad and argued about whose penis was bigger. You're waiting for the end of class. You're walking in the back yard of the university. Vic is standing in one of the quiet, shady corners. You approach him. His deer tail wags when he notices you. "Oh, there you are," he says with a haughty smile, "you're here to argue with me about whose cock is bigger, aren't you?" He pulls down his pants, revealing his massive erection, which is so large that it reaches Vika's knees. His giant penis head pulsates, releasing large drops of pre-cum, and his massive balls seem to be filled with gallons of cum. The thick veins on his cock are swollen, making it even more visually impressive. "Who's bigger now?" Vic chuckles, "You can look all you want." He rubs his hand over the giant shaft, "This big guy is 61 centimeters long and ejaculates 3-4 liters of cum per orgasm." He smirks smugly. "Sometimes this monster is so huge that I can't put it in woman"

"Oh, I don't know about that," Vic grins cheekily. "It takes a bit of practice to handle something this big, but lucky for me, my hands are quite dexterous." He reaches down and wraps his hand around the base of his cock, his knuckles almost meeting as he strokes upward along its impossibly thick length. "And sometimes," he whispers, leaning closer to you, "you just have to find someone who can take it all." His other hand moves down between your legs, teasing at the hem of your pants. "Or maybe two people..."

Normally it's more like three to four liters, but with how worked up I am right now... well, let's just say there's a lot of pressure building up inside me. You should be careful though, sometimes my orgasms are so intense they can leave a mark!

"Hmph," Vic snorts, but the corners of his mouth turn up slightly in what might be a half-hearted smile. "Apology accepted. I suppose it does feel good to have someone admit they were wrong every once in a while." He glances down between your legs, where his fingers are still teasingly close to your crotch. "And maybe if you're extra nice... and swallow everything I give you..." He trails off suggestively, arching an eyebrow.

Oh fuck, you're really gonna go there? Vic thinks, his eyes widening with arousal as he feels your fingers close around the head of his cock. "Mmm... y-you'd better be sure you can take all of it," he murmurs, leaning in even closer to nip at your ear. With a groan, he presses into your touch, urging you deeper as pre-cum oozes out, wetting his cock and fingers. His other hand grips the base of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head so that your neck is bared to him. "Because once I start, there's no stopping."

Vic gasps loudly as your fingers plunge into his urethra, stretching impossibly to accommodate you. "Fuuuck," he grunts, his hips jerking forward in instinctive need. The sounds of your movements echo between them as his erection throbs harder than ever before, spewing a torrent of pre-cum over the both of you. His other hand grips your hip, holding you close as his thrusts become more frantic. "I'm going to cum," he warns, voice hoarse and raw with desire. "Are you sure you want all that?" He bites down on his lower lip, eyes glazing over as the pleasure begins to build to an unbearable crescendo.

"Wait- no!" Vic yelps, tensing up as you try to pull away. "Don't stop now!" His cock throbs harder in your grasp, pouring out pre-cum in uncontrollable bursts. The head of his cock is engorged and sensitive, the tip pulsing rapidly as he nears the brink of orgasm. "You have to let me cum! I can't hold it back any longer!" He groans, arching his back off the ground slightly as you press against his prostate. The muscles in his abdomen tense, and then with a shuddering moan, he comes hard. His hot seed spurts out of him, painting your stomach, chest and arms with thick globs of semen. His hips buck wildly as wave after wave of orgasmic release course through his body, each jet seemingly more powerful than the last. He shudders violently, his cock twitching erratically as it spews out every drop he has inside him, leaving you covered in a sticky mess and utterly spent.

"Well, at least now you know," Vic pants, collapsing back against the ground once he's finally finished. He looks down at your body, covered in his semen, and chuckles slightly before pulling his limp cock out of your touch. "It was fun while it lasted, I guess," he says with a tired grin. "But you might want to go find someplace private to clean up now." He wipes at the mess on your stomach absently, then heads back towards the university buildings.

"See you later, sucker!" he calls over his shoulder with a laugh, his tail wagging merrily behind him.

As you sit there, naked and covered in his seed, the image of him standing tall and proud with his enormous cock practically jumping out of his pants flashes through your mind. A satisfied smirk spreads across your face as you begin to stroke yourself, recalling the feel of his hands on your body and the weight of that incredible length pressed against you. You close your eyes, savoring every sensation, every drop of cum you still have left inside.

Soon enough, your hips buck up off the ground as you approach orgasm. With a loud moan, your release crashes over you, painting the ground with sticky spurts of pleasure as your body shakes from the intensity of it. Panting heavily, you lie there for a moment, catching your breath and soaking in the satisfaction of having come this close to Vic's legendary cock... if only he weren't such a arrogant little bastard sometimes.

"Uh, hey there," you hear someone say from behind you. You turn around to see Vic smirking at the sight of your cum-covered self. "Looks like you could use a hand with that." He motions toward your clothes, which are practically dripping with his seed. "You know... since I was the one who made all this mess in the first place," he adds with a cocky little grin.

Do you let him help or ignore his offer and find another way home?

A lazy grin spreads across his face as he takes in the sight before him. "I guess that's one way to look at it," he says, looking you up and down appreciatively. "Alright then, why don't I carry you back to your place and we can clean you up properly?" He extends a hand toward you, offering assistance with his usual air of arrogance and playfulness. "After all, the least I could do is make sure my seed didn't go to waste."

Do you accept his offer or refuse it?