Finally, the big day arrived. Lane and his band members were finished tuning their instruments and making sure everything worked, each one of them was dressed for the occasion. Lane was wearing a black net shirt, thin enough to be transparent and show his upper body, and on his nipples there were pink star-shaped pasties that sparkled with bright colors, giving the impression of being covered in glitter. He had pink short boots on his feet, adorned by black bat wings. He was wearing dark-coloured jeans, the left leg was torn with a myriad of holes, extending from the tight to the shin, showing his light skin. The right leg was completely clear, without any gap; instead, it was filled with his "special anatomy". Lane had his jeans to be tailor-made, as he wanted to wear torn jeans without having his private parts spilling out. He also decided to go with a dark blue and use bright colors on other parts of his outfits to divert attention from it, as he was feeling a anxious for his first concert. Despite his efforts, the lump still bringed attention to itself like a shiny neon sign in the night. Everything was ready and  a few people reunited at the place. Lane looked in the small group of people, searching for someone. He noticed that Judy was there and felt a little surge of happiness. The band members got close to the microphone and spoke to their small audience.
"Welcome to our first public performance!" said the blonde drummer.
"We worked on this a lot, we hope you like it!" continued Lane.
Everyone went into their position, ready to play some songs. As music echoed in the air, more and more people came to see and to hear what the fuss was all about, boys and girls were equally interested. Judy had dreamy eyes as she focused her gaze on Lane as he poured his heart in his singing. For a while, the girl couldn't stop thinking about that one eventful night with him, about his physical qualities, but that evening was different. That time, she genuinely was looking at the person as a whole. She looked around and overheard some people gossiping.
"Oh my god, have you seen that guy's dick?" said a girl, clearly not even trying to subtle.
"It's totally freaking me out!" responded another girl, equally loud.
Some others didn't comment on it, but giggled continuously, looking at Lane, than at each other, than Lane again and so on. Judy was surprised. Was it always like this for him? Was he bullied for it when he was a kid? Do people just tease him and giggle wherever he goes? That would actually be nasty, she thought to herself. She decided that this was another reason to try and be a good friend for him. She had to be at least decent towards him, considering all of this. Soon, the first song finished, and the spectators applauded. Lane was amazed; everything was going well, there were even more people than he expected. His efforts, everyone's efforts paid off! Now they had to give their best to make sure the next song would be appreciated as much as the last one.

"This was our last song for today! Thank you for being a great public!"
The crowd gradually dissipated, as the young musicians moved the equipment around. Soon, the place was empty like before, with the exception of a few people. Judy got closer to the stage, the band members getting off the stage looked busy with all the technical stuff. 
"Hi Judy!" greeted Lane, smiling at the girl.
"Hello!" responded the girl "the concert was great!"
"Aw, thank you!" said the boy, giving her an affectionate hug, making her friend blush like a red traffic sign.
"Hey there" another boy got close, holding a drumstick in his hand. He had piercing blue eyes, one of them covered by the bang of his blond, straight hair that nearly reached his shoulders. His physique was rather skinny, with just a slight bit of definition, and was similar to Lane in height. He wore a black, baggy muscle shirt with a white skull on it alongside with black, baggy shorts and sneakers of the same colour. He was a very typical "cool guy" type.
"This is Michael" Lane introduced the young man to her friend, putting his arm around his shoulder.
"And you must be Judy" continued the blond "Lane talked to me about you."
The teens talked about many things, like the concert, music, their experiences, their expectations. Time flew by and they were having a good time.
"It's kind of late" said Michael "I can give you guys a ride home."

After having accompanied both of the two at their homes and having driven to his own, Michael was about to leave his car, when he noticed something strange. On the seat, there was a smartphone with a bright pink cover; Lane forgot his phone in his friend's car. Slighty annoyed, he started the car again, making his way to Lane's house. After a short while, he arrived at Lane's house. With the phone in his hand, he looked at the door and noticed it was ajar.
"He couldn't be more clumsy even if he tried" he sighed.
Familiar with his friend's house, he entered and walked towards Lane's bedroom, following the dim light of a table lamp.
"Lane, you forgot your phone again."
He walked in the room and there he was... with no pants on. He was sitting on his bed, rubbing his monster sized erection with both of his hands, immediately stopping after noticing the boy's intrusion.
"Michael!" he stuttered embarrassed, uselesly trying to cover his throbbing meat with his arms, wetting them with fluid "I didn't know you were going to come over!"
"Oh my..." said Michael, in an almost sassy tone of voice "that's a lot of pent-up tension you got there."
Lane looked at him, without responding.
"You know you can always count on me to relieve stress", said the blond with a seductive voice, slowly walking up to the bed.
"Well... it's been a while since the last time" responded the other.
"We can fix that" said Michael, giving a peck on Lane's lips. In rapid succession, the peck was followed by another peck and soon both of the boys flung their tongues at each other's mouths, frantically making out, a rush of desire overwhelming their bodies and culminating on their lips. The silence of the nights was broken by the sound of twisting, sloppy tongues, their different bodies embracing one another tighter and tighter, Lane stripping off Michael's shirt, both driven by a desperate lust, the lower parts of their faces glittering with saliva. The kissing continued, untill something hard and powerful kept pushing between their bodies, furiously bumping on the skin. Slowly, the mouths separated, leaving the two with a short breath. Michael looked down, watching Lane's giant dick flare up, the gland continuously expanding and leaking clear liquid. 
"You're always full of energy" whispered Michael, as he slowly bent over. He gave small kiss to the impressively sized cock, and in response it shook, making his owner moan in pleasure. The blond put one hand on his lover's balls, slowly massaging them, and started licking the lenght of the dick. It throbbed over and over again, to the point where it was difficult keeping up with the licking. Michael slowly arrived to the gland, and started to give long slurps with his tongue on the whole length of it. At this point, Lane was moaning loudly with pleasure, contrasting completely the innocent looks of his face. Michael put his tongue into the urethra, sending the boy a wave of intense pleasure. 
"Yes.. yes..." Lane kept moaning loudly, putting his hands in Michael's hair.
"Aaaah!!" Lane orgasmed, gushing thick sperm in the hair like a sprinkler, clutching his hair in his hands.
"Tasty as always" said Michael, his face covered with long and wide strings of cum, picking some with its fingers and putting them into the mouth. With his mouth full of spunk, he resumed kissing the boy in the lips. As they made out, not only they where sharing drool, but Lane's sperm filled both their mouths with a warm, moist texture. 
"Michael..." interrupted Lane, with raspy tone "I want to put it inside..."
The boy softly chuckled, bending his body to the opposite side, pulling down his shorts. At the sight of his exposed rear, Lane, already breathing heavily, started panting even harder, his cock was now almost painfully hard, with the veins thickening, standing up forcefully. He slowly inserted his behemoth dick inside Michael, reaching deeper into him. He started thrusting as his mind got foggy with an overload of pleasuring sensation.
"Harder" said Michael, feeling the dick filling him up inside. The thrusting became progressively harder, with Lane basically yelling from the bliss. 
"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." Lane repeated himself, fucking was the only thing his brain could ever think of in that moment. By than he had clutched Michael with his whole arms, grasping him with all his strength and thrusting his hips like a savage beast. Michael felt each thrust hit like a powerful bump, but at the same time he was experiencing multiple orgasms. With one final moan, Lane ejaculated, filling his partners full of sperm that overflowed by the sides of his anus. He slowly pulled his softening cock out of his partner and a plentiful amount of cum spilled out like a waterfall.
"That felt good..." said Michael, laying down on the bed exhausted.
"I really needed that" said Lane "you're like a pro at this."
"Haha, not sure if that's a good thing."