A torrential rain was pouring down, as the pink-haired boy hastily ran, without any cover from the water that was covering his whole stature. He kept running, with his shirt sticking to his body, showing every aspect of his physique, while the obscene bulge in his shorts bounced frenetically up and down, completely overtaken by gravity, slapping hard against the skin. Luckily, there weren't too many people outside with such an harsh rain. He saw the bus, but it was driving away. He tried running towards it, but it was too late; it went too far to try and chase it on foot. He slipped and fell face first on a puddle. This couldn't go any worse, the next bus would be there only two hours later. What could he do? He considered walking home by himself, but it would have took too much time, especially considering there was such an heavy rain and he had no umbrella or anything to cover himself with whatsoever. A grey car slowly drove close to him and opened the window. Lane thought the driver had a familiar face, maybe he already saw her somewhere; her hair were long and unkempt and there were slight blemishes under her eyes, like someone that doesn't sleep enough.

"I was passing by and I saw you struggle. You lost the bus, correct?"

"Yeah, I think I'll just wait for next one" he responded, trying to not tremble too much from all the cold water that wet him.

"Are you aware that there's a bus strike for the rest of the day? That was the last one today" she said, slightly concerned.

The boy sighed uncomfortably, rubbing his arm with an upset look on his face. He was about to say something, but he was interrupted by the girl.

"Why don't you hop in? You don't look very well, you can stay at my house for a bit, so you don't get even wetter."

He flashed the girl a gleaming smile, so pure that she felt her heart skip a beat.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" he couldn't believe it, someone came to his rescue in such a perilous situation. He opened the car door and sat inside, still smiling.

"So, what's your name?" asked the girl, stepping on the gas.

"My name is Lane, what's yours?"

"Name's Judy" she tried to sound cool, but she stuttered.

She started thinking to herself. Why was she doing this? She wasn't sure, but there was something about the boy that prompted her to help him. Judy remembered how he looked like on the bus. His sleeping face was so innocent, so beatiful, she couldn't help but feel something akin to a protective instinct towards him. And yet, the long bulge under the belt was incredibly erotic. It was unique, the kind of thing you only see once in a lifetime. A face that transmitted purity and yet a monster of a dick that was the undisputed protagonist of her fantasies over the last few days.

"That's my home, we arrived" said Judy, trying hard not to think too much about obscene things.

Lane looked around, curios about his sorroundings. It was a small, but comfy-feeling house. There was a small table with some chairs, a soft-looking couch with a large TV screen in front of it. A modestly sized bookcase contained all sorts of mangas and there were shopping bags laid around filled with all sorts of things, like fruit, bread, bags of potato chips and unusually long cucumbers.

"You have a nice house" he said, dripping with water.

"Uhm, you're all wet. Wait here a second" she walked up the stairs, than opened a door. She returned with a large towel, handing it to the boy. As he covered himself with the towel, she inspected him. He had a cheery expression on his face, but was visibly shaking at the same time, probably because he was cold after all that rain.

"You're shaking... follow me."

He followed her upstairs, than in another room, small and with white walls. It was the bathroom.

"You can take an hot shower if you want. You can use that bathrobe over there to dry yourself! And change in these clothes, since yours are wet and all." she said as she handed out a simple t-shirt and one of her baggy pairs of sweatpants. She leaved the room as the boy thanked her once again. She turned over for moment a gave a quick glance to his crotch. The wetness of his shorts highlighted every detail of his cock, that bulged so lewdly, as she could make the shape of his huge gland. She looked away, trying perhaps to not get caught, and resumed walking away. She couldn't believe what was happening. She picked up a boy from the street and let him stay at her house and use her shower. But he was the most beatiful boy she ever saw and at the same time, he was tremendously erotic, so much that Judy often feelt like she couldn't think about anything else. In the last few days, she used bigger and bigger objects to masturbate with, thinking of his naked body and his huge dick. It was like she was hypnotised by the size of his cock.

"I'll better stop thinking about it before there's heavy rain inside my pants, too" she tought to herself, sitting on the couch. She took the remote in her hand and turned on the TV. There was an interview with a band, the members all looked young and were dressed extravagantly.

"Is that why Lane dresses like that?" she wondered. Was he part of some rock band or something? Maybe he played the drums or was the one with the guitar. She starded thinking if they could be friends. He seemed a nice boy, she would love to have a friend like that, especially since she dindn't have many, as she was kind of shy.

Lane walked down the stairs, wearing the t-shirts and sweatpants Judy gave him. Compared to him, the girl was relatively skinny; even if those sweatpants were baggy on her, Lane's body filled them nicely, revealing the shape of his legs. As he stepped down, his cock jiggled with every step, uncostrained by his underwear that was now drying off with his other clothes. It made slapping sound against his tight, flapping like a fish out of water, the outline well defined and snaking down. He sat down on the couch, as Judy invited him to do.

"So, what were you doing in this part of the city?" Judy stuttered, trying to not notice of the boy filled the sweatpans.

"I had a band practice! I take the bus to meet up with my group and we play music together" said the boy cheerfuly.

"Oh, what instrument do you play?"

"I'm the singer" he said "my band has three members other than me, two are guitarists and the other is a drummer. We never played in public before, but we're making preparations for that! I write my own songs, than we all discuss them together, because it's important that everyone is in tune with each other. Hey... are you listening to me?"

Judy was looking straight down between the boy's legs. He was sitting with his legs spread, but she could see it was due to necessity; his dick, so long and thick, ran down his luscious tight, making a massive tubular bulge in the sweatpants, the fabbric hugging it, straining to contain such enormous meat. It formed wrinkles all around it and filled out the space between his legs, the mass seemingly a bit squezeed, as if there wasn't enough space.

"...Hey there?" the boy tried again to get her attention, as she snapped back to reality.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm very sorry!" she blushed furiously and started panicking, she was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear. Lane slightly tilted his head and gave her a sympathetic look.

"Don't worry about it" he said, the tone in his voice warm. He's so kind, Judy thought. What a special boy.

"It's starting to get pretty late" the girl said, "why don't you stay here for the night?"

It was late night and Lane was already in a profound sleep. He was sleeping on a matress on the floor that Judy had laying around for those rare times people came over. The matress was close to Judy's bed; the girl said they could sleep in separate rooms if he wanted, to give him more privacy, but he said he wanted to sleep in the same room as her, as long as she didn't mind. Judy couldn't sleep, as myriads of thoughts stormed her mind. She looked at the boy's face while he was sleeping, and always had to remind herself to look away, thinking she was staring too much. She decided to go into the kitchen to get a glass of water, thinking it could help her clear her mind. As she walked she bumped her foot into the edge of her bed, making her yell involuntarily, than trimping and ending up right on Lane. She was going to excuse herself when she noticed something strange: the boy was still asleep. How the hell can he be still asleep with someone yelling and falling on him? She poked him with her hand. Than again, with more energy. He was sleeping as nothing happend. Judy feelt her head spinning and the blood in her veins rushing, as her breathing became harder. It's now or never, she tought. She grabbed his dick through his pants. She couldn't even fully grasp it, his cock was much thicker than her hand could ever grab. She felt as her heart could bounce out of her modestly sized chest any moment now. She squeezed his cock and rubbed its lenght, when all of a sudden, it started swelling up. Judy never felt so excited in her entire life. It became longer and longer, all Judy could do was looking in awe and lust. Shaking with horniness, she slowly dragged down his pants and his giant cock jugged out, splurting a waterfall of precum. She took it in her hands and rubbed it, feeling the walls of her vagina burning intensly even just at the sight of that monster. Without any touch she orgasmed, spurting fluid in her pants, but continued in her groping hornier than before. She stopped and stared intently at the cock, easily thick as her fist if not even more. She opened her mouth and hungrily took the cock inside it, her tongue slurping and licking everything it could. She strained to keep her mouth open enough to suck such a huge dick, but any struggle was worth this; this cock was the best thing there could ever be, as she kept saying to herself. Still asleep, Lane started moaning softly, as more and more precum gushed out. Judy sucked even deeper, with more strenght, her mind completely obliterated by lust. Lane's cock started twiching wildly, as thick, white fluid splurted out and into Judy's mouth. There was so much spunk, she couldn't believe it. It was of a very peculiar flavour, and the girl was actually enjoying it. She swallowed more and more, she was madly getting addicted by it. She stood back and observed the cock, thinking it would return flaccid. Instead, it was slowly getting even bigger, wishing for more satisfaction. The veins were abnormally swollen, and the gland was expanding more and more, flashing with a bright red texture. It's almost as if it could defy gravity, rigidly standing up despite its colossal weight and size. Judy dropped her pants and her completely soaked panties, getting closer to the boy's body. She started grinding her vagina on the lenght of his homongus cock, still unsure if she could take such a best in her insides. She grinded faster, moaning, her sense of decency destroyed by her love for fat dick. Unexpectedly, Lane, still asleep, grabbed Judy's body and shoved her close him, as if he was in the middle of an intense wet dream. He wildly thrusted his dick into Judy, missing her pussy and pushing in her belly with the force of a savage animal. He bumped with strenght countless times, leaving Judy completely powerless and submitted to his dick. The boy moaned again with an higher pitch as another stream of cum covered Judy, thicker and more consinstant than before. The girl had her waist covered in sperm, as her legs, and it made a mess on the floor too. It came out in multiple, long splurts, starting strong, and than exponentially growing even stronger untill it finally calmed down. That had to be the most erotic vision Judy ever had seen, a thick, throbbing, fountain of sperm. She stared as the fluid came out, that had to be a 40 seconds long ejaculation. She looked at her body, and she was covered in cum, and so was the floor. She thought for a moment of cleaning everything up, but than another wicked thought crossed her mind. Cleaning could come later. She started licking the cum from everywhere, like she was hungry for sperm, one hand picking up the spunk and the other shoved in her vagina with all its fingers. She was too horny for dignity.

The morning after, Lane woke up with worry. He was pretty sure that he had one of his usual wet dreams last night, and when he has those, the results are pretty explosive. He wouldn't ever want to mess up the house of a kind girl that helped her in the moment of need with his nocturnal emissions. He looked around. Everything was clean, there were no stains anywhere. It didn't smell like sperm and his pants were still on. He didn't even have his typical morning wood! He heaved a sigh of relief. He went and picked up his clothes, finally dried up and put them on. His appearance relfected his musical persona once again. He went downstairs and found Judy, already awake.

"Hi Judy!"

"Hello" the girl stuttured, embarassed "I made some coffee"

As they sat down and drank coffee they chatted up for a while, about the comics she had in the bookcase, the commitments of playing in a band and all sorts of things. After a while they stood up and went towards the main door.

"Me and my group will make our first concert this Thursday! You know where Pizza Planet is? We're going to play right next to it, I'd like you to be there!

"I'll be there" she responded, genuinely happy he invited her.