Dean stood up and attempted to adjust himself before turning around, but his shirt was unfortunately not long enough to conceal his blatant hard-on, leaving him with no choice but to walk past Roman with his dick pointing the way. He smiled sheepishly as he entered the living room, relieved to at least be back in the comfort of the near-darkness.
"So...you gonna show me what else goes on in the man lair? Hmm?" Ro purred into Dean's ear from behind him, hands making their way around his waist once more. "You got me real interested."
Dean gulped as those hands started to slide under the waistband of his shorts again, this time down the front. Trying to quell his rising discomfort, he spun around to face Roman and nervously blurted, "Uhh...I dunno...whatever you want, I guess. I mean...within reason..." He took a couple of steps backward in an attempt to maintain his personal space as Roman advanced on him with a mischievous glint in his eye, but he bumped into the back of the large sectional couch that dominated the living room and almost toppled over onto it. He caught himself, however, and instead tried to lean against it casually, as though he had intended to do it that way all along.
"I got a real good reason right here," Ro replied, pulling down on the front of his shorts with one hand and pulling out the biggest cock Dean had ever seen with the other.
"That is the biggest cock I have ever seen," said Dean flatly, his mind boggling at the sight. "I don't even..."
"Oh, it gets bigger than that, baby boy," Ro remarked with a sultry smile, coming closer and holding it out like a fleshy saber. He poked Dean in the lower stomach playfully with it and Dean's jaw dropped open when it bowed slightly under the pressure.
"It's not even fully hard yet...is it?"
"Nope...but I have a feeling it's gonna get there pretty quick," he said, grasping himself mid-shaft and tracing the outline of Dean's sizeable erection through his shorts with the head of his cock.
Welp, that's it then...I'm gonna die, Dean thought to himself as he felt his whole body begin to perspire. Murdered by a giant penis. Not exactly the way I envisioned it going down...
"Whoa, is it hot in here? It feels really hot in here," Dean gasped aloud in desperation, clawing at the couch as he scrabbled away from the Samoan and quickly crossed to the other side of the room. He fiddled awkwardly with the air conditioner, poking at every button and switch he could find just to buy himself some more time to think.
When he finally turned back around, he was greeted by a sight that made the bottom of his stomach drop out and sucked all the oxygen from his lungs simultaneously. Roman had stripped off his tank top and was sitting back on the couch, holding his still-exposed dick straight up and waving it around like a veiny flag pole. He bit his bottom lip and raised an eyebrow, shooting Dean a look that left no other possible interpretation of his intentions.
"You know, if you're hot, you could just...take some clothes off...and then maybe come over here and kiss me again," Ro suggested, his aura pulling Dean in like a sexual beacon. "Pretty please?"
Something about the way the big man said that particular phrase put Dean oddly at ease, and he wasn't sure why. It may have been the way Ro coquettishly batted his eyelashes, or it may have been the slight edge of need in his voice when he said it, but in a split-second Dean found himself sucked right back into wanting him more than he had ever wanted anyone before in his life. Running a palm across his chest to center himself, he tried to give himself an impromptu pep talk as he moved slowly toward the couch where the most insanely gorgeous man in existence sat waiting for him.
Ok, come on man, eye of the tiger..
Dean moved still closer, a bit more swagger fueling his gait now. He pulled up the bottom of his shirt and peeled it over his head, never taking his eyes off of the ones looking back at him.
Psshh, I can do this. I can totally do this. I mean, LOOK at him...I'd be an idiot not to...
He quickly closed the gap between them and stood in front of Roman, hooked his thumbs in his shorts, and slid them down to the floor before he had time to second-guess his decision.
"I'm gonna straddle you. And we're gonna fuckin' make out," Dean declared, more to convince himself than anything.
"Damn straight," Ro enthusiastically agreed, pulling his own shorts off as well. He reached out and grabbed the smaller man by the hips, pulling him down and splaying him across his lap. Their mouths met in a tangle of tongues and latent lust, each of them hungrily trying to take in as much of the other as possible.
Oh hell yeah, I am DOING this...oh fucckk...
Dean felt Roman grip his ass cheeks and begin to grind ferociously against his crotch from below as they continued to make out, and his heart skipped several beats. However, he soon relaxed again as Ro pulled his mouth away, moaning with pent-up longing.
"Fuck, I want you right fucking now."
"Yes...God you're so fuckin' hot, it's ridiculous," Dean panted, trying to fit the words in when he came up for air.
"Not as hot as this though," Ro growled in response, trailing two fingers straight down Dean's forbidden valley and firmly circling his most vulnerable spot. "I want this ass wrapped around me like a motherfucking wetsuit."
HOLY SHIT I CAN'T DO THIIIIIISSSSSSS
"WHOA, hey, Jesus fuck!" Dean yelped, flinging himself backward off Roman's lap and onto the floor. He looked up to see Roman staring at him, obviously not knowing anything about what was actually happening.
"What the...what just happened?" Ro asked, genuinely concerned. "Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? Why are you over there? Come back..." he pleaded, the corners of his mouth pulling down into a bewildered pout.
It was at that moment Dean knew he had to fess up to the truth. He couldn't continue to string his best friend along, especially about something this significant. Just the look on Roman's face was enough to make Dean cringe out of overwhelming guilt. He sighed heavily, got up and came back over to the couch, and plunked himself down on an empty cushion, too nervous to make eye contact.
"Ok, look...I...haven't been totally honest with you, and I'm sorry," Dean confessed, the words spilling out a bit faster than he had planned. "But it's just...well, I have no idea what I'm doing here, y'know? I mean, I wanna be here, obviously," he said, gesturing toward his still-hard cock, "but...I don't think I can...well..."
"It was the wetsuit thing, wasn't it? I knew I shouldn't have said that out loud," Ro interrupted, embarrassed by his perceived lack of self-control.
"Uh...well maybe it was a little bit that, but the big thing is...I don't think I can do anything involving my...uhm...butt. God, I feel so fucking stupid saying it. It's like, here I am, Mister Tough Guy Wrestler, and I can't even have anything come near my ass without freaking the fuck out like a big baby. I know, pathetic, right?" he asked, finally looking Ro in the eye once again. "Look, I don't blame you if you're pissed. I just...if you were a chick, I'd totally know exactly what to do. You know me, I kill it with the ladies, man," Dean said, trying to force some humor into the situation.
Roman chuckled to himself, looking away momentarily. "Yeah you do," he agreed, "but obviously not just the ladies," he said as he looked down at his still-raging hard-on and smirked.
"Yeah, but you're no lady," Dean blurted out before he could stop himself. "Wait- no...I mean, you're ...what I mean is, you're like...a man. Like, a MAN man. And...no offense, but that's pretty goddamn intimidating...man," Dean trailed off, feeling like he was making things worse the longer he continued to talk. "Does that make any sense at all?"
Now it was Roman's turn to sigh dejectedly. "Yeah, I get it," he said, shaking his head slowly. "I'm too big for you. It's okay, I mean, it's not the first time I've been shut down because of this dumb fucking thing," he complained, leaning back and smacking himself in the dick, making it sway back and forth hypnotically in his lap.
"Well, I mean...it is pretty freakin' big, dude," Dean replied, his eyes following it like a metronome. But, like, it's definitely nothing to be ashamed of. It just makes mine look...not as impressive in comparison, that's all." He shrugged and chewed anxiously on his bottom lip, not sure what else to say.
To Dean's utter shock, Ro looked up at him with lovesick eyes and said quietly, "I think it's absolutely perfect...just like the rest of you." He reached out and touched Dean's thigh, leaning in toward him. "And I don't care what we do, or don't do...I just want to make you happy in whatever way I can."
Dean leaned in as well, caught in Ro's irresistible tractor beam. "Dude...that's all I want too."
"So...is this still happening?" Roman inquired, a smile gradually spreading across his lips as he looked at Dean hopefully.
"I think it is," Dean answered, grabbing the bigger man's wrists playfully and shoving him onto his back on the couch.