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RAAAAAGJGGHGHFHH BITING THIS BITING THIS BITING THIS

ITS SO GOOOOOOOD OH MY GOD

i need big dick doug in my life,,, sugar has blessed us just like doug is blessed lmao

you're blessed

Parkzer finds out the real reason why Doug keeps getting caught at airport security.

rating: explicit i mean it's me what else do we expect word count: 4k tags: genital piercings, masturbation

i'm sure we were all thinking of this. right? right?

Doug blinks expectantly.

Parkzer stares at him, one eyebrow quirked downwards. His forehead creases. "Is that true?"

"Yes, of course it is! I'd never lie to you about something as serious as this," Doug says in a rushed voice, putting one hand over his heart as if he was swearing on his life.

"I… don't think I would classify this story as serious." Parkzer averts his gaze, pushing his glasses up his nose, and his ears blush. "But… if it is true, then… I guess… congratulations?"

Doug snorts. "That's what you have to say to me? I just told you I have a big dick and you say congratulations?"

"What else am I supposed to say?" Parkzer deadpans, shrugging. "It's not like I wanted to know about it."

Doug crosses his arms. A smirk paints his face. "You're just jealous."

Parkzer pauses, blinking once, twice, "excuse me?"

"You're jealous 'cause I have a big dick and you don't," Doug shows him his tongue, in a very mature and age appropriate way. Parkzer frowns and shakes his head.

"I am definitely not jealous. I am perfectly fine with my… equipment." Parkzer messes with his hair, unable to look Doug in the eye. "Besides, I highly doubt a TSA agent would say that, especially given the circumstances. You probably had a metal object in your pocket and forgot to take it out."

"No! That's the point, I had nothing on me," Doug insists, searching for Parkzer's gaze, "why would I have anything made of metal in my crotch area?"

Parkzer sighs. "Some metal detectors can pick up on the tiniest metal things. If you had a genital piercing, for example, that could be detected by the scanner."

The color drains from Doug's face. Upon hearing the silence, Parkzer finally looks up, and finds Doug with the most shocked expression he's seen all day — all week, all year. The pieces slowly fit together in Parkzer's brain and his eyes go wide.

"Wait," he starts saying, but is interrupted by a giggle, "wait, do you? Do you actually?"

Doug blinks, suddenly very interested in the mural of patches on Parkzer's wall. Parkzer's laugh fills the room.

"And all this time—" he snorts, clamping his eyes, "you were getting stopped at TSA—because you have a dick piercing?!"

"How was I supposed to know?! I thought it would never show up on those stupid things! It's, like, literally only three little—"

"Wait, three? You have three piercings down there and you thought you could just—go through a metal detector?!"

Parkzer throws his head back, whole body shaking with exaggerated laughter. It's not even that funny. Doug grimaces, physically feeling the heat that swirls over his cheeks, down his neck and up to his ears. This was supposed to be about him being cool; look at Doug, big-dick-Doug, who's out there getting in trouble at airports simply for being blessed — not his words, by the way. It wasn't—Parkzer wasn't supposed to laugh at him.

"Well, at least now you know why you keep getting stopped at airport security," Parkzer mutters, breathing deeply, and his eyes go up to Doug's face. "When did you get them? I feel like this is the type of thing that you would tell me about it, even if I insisted I did not want to know. Precisely if I insisted I did not want to know."

"Uh, like, two years ago, maybe?" Doug scratches his neck. "You were out of town. As always. I got one to try it out, then got the other two once the first one healed."

Parkzer hums. Inadvertently, his eyes fall to Doug's crotch region, shining with a glint of curiosity. Doug raises his eyebrows.

"D'you wanna see?"

Parkzer shoots his gaze back upwards, as if he was caught doing something bad. He shakes his head, "no, thank you."

But they both knew it was a lost cause. "Aw, c'mon! They hurt like a bitch to pierce and they keep getting me in trouble. Show some appreciation."

"I'm fine not appreciating that… aspect of your body."

Doug puts both hands on the waistband of his boxers. "But they look reaaaally cool. I always get compliments."

"Congratulations," Parkzer mutters, turning his head. Doug smirks.

"'Kay, I'll leave it. But just know that you're more than welcome to see 'em if you ever want to, hm?"

Parkzer nods, pursing his lips. "Okay."

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It's not like Parkzer is curious.

He was living just fine with the knowledge that his roommate and friend had not one, not two, but three metal jewelry adorning his genital area. Yeah, Parkzer was literally so not interested in it. It's not like he has never seen a penis with piercings before and is suddenly very eager to witness one in real life. He's not even thinking about it constantly. That incognito tab with the 'genital piercings' search is just some unrelated research he's doing on the side. Trust.

Maybe he is a little bit curious. Just a tiny bit.

Parkzer feels like he deserves to be a little curious, though. It's very characteristic of Doug to bombard Parkzer with new intel about himself — unwanted, unasked, and unimportant, most of the times —, and it's also very characteristic of Parkzer to simply forget about it and move on. This topic, however, has piqued his interest; Parkzer has so many questions.

So that's how he ends up in the door to Doug's office, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door, mostly for Doug to acknowledge his presence, and steps inside. Doug lowers the volume of his speakers and smiles at him. "Hey. Am I making too much noise?"

"No, it's fine." Parkzer dismisses it with a gesture. His throat suddenly clogs; he doesn't know what to say. How do you tell your friend that you want to see their dick? "I'm—are you busy?"

"Uh, kinda?" Doug glances at his computer screen. "Why? D'you need something?"

Need is a strong word. Parkzer doesn't need anything. He wants, though. And, now, standing in front of Doug while his mind produces various combinations of three genital piercings, Parkzer realizes just how bad he wants it.

"Not really." Parkzer scratches his neck, turning his head to look at the wall decorations. "I just… I thought about your offer."

"My… offer. Yeah. I know what you're talking about."

Parkzer sighs. "Your offer of… seeing. You know, the…"

Parkzer nods to Doug's general direction. Doug tilts his head, frowning, and looks behind him and briefly to his chest, until his gaze lowers and everything clicks into place. The smile that tears his lips is only mildly infuriating — or maybe Parkzer is just very nervous with this whole ordeal.

"Ohh, I get it. You wanna see my dick."

"Not—not your dick, specifically, but—" Parkzer puts both hands over his face. The heat of his cheeks warm up his palms. "Yeah. I guess—yes, I want to see that."

"Okay, lemme just finish some stuff." Doug turns his chair back to his screen and goes back to typing. "Give me five minutes."

If Parkzer was in his normal mental state, he would ask if this is another five minute coding adventure and probably mock Doug, saying that they are never five minutes long. If Parkzer was thinking clearly, he would just go back to his room and wait for Doug to text him or come find him when Doug was free. If Parkzer wasn't trying to control a heart attack, he might even realize he just stood there like an idiot, paralyzed in the middle of Doug's office, with his hands awkwardly stuffed inside the pockets of his sweatpants and his eyes wandering all around, lips furiously torn and raw under his teeth.

When Doug turns around and finds Parkzer in the exact same spot, he lets out a chuckle. "Did you just stand there?"

Parkzer shrugs. Doug gets up and pulls a chair closer to him.

"C'mon, sit down."

Parkzer obliges. He's using all of his willpower to not stare directly into Doug's crotch as Doug sits down and spreads his legs. Doug hooks his thumbs under the elastic of his boxers; Parkzer's breath hitches.

"I, uh—they usually look better when I'm, you know, hard," Doug mumbles, seemingly realizing the utter embarrassment of what is about to happen, "but I guess that'd be too awkward, so…"

Doug does it quickly, before any of them can think twice. His soft dick rests on his thigh, slightly curved to the right, and Parkzer's eyes widen a little. It's… a very normal looking penis; not that Parkzer has seen many of them before, anyways. There's a dust of reddish pubic hair, the glans is a tinted pink and safely tucked into Doug's foreskin, and, even though it hurts Parkzer's pride to admit it, it is a quite impressive size, even when limp.

"This is my dick," Doug says, breathing out a chuckle, and sneaks a hand under his shaft to raise it, "and those are my three little friends that keep getting me in trouble."

There's two black straight barbells running on the underside of the head and a dark silver horseshoe ring pierced on the very base of Doug's penis, right where it meets his balls. Parkzer stares and stares and stares, taking in the sight, dazzled by how it looks.

"These top two are called frenum," Doug explains, using his free hand to point to the two black barbells, "they were a bitch to get, but I guess it's 'cause I got them both at the same time. They say this is the easier dick piercing to get."

Parkzer nods dumbly, not really paying attention. Doug runs his fingers down his cock, stopping at the horseshoe ring.

"And this is the, uh… lorum? I think?" Doug plays with the ring, sliding it back and forth through the pierced skin. "This was my first one. Hurt only when the needle went through, and then a bit at home. But I liked it well enough to get two more."

The words vanish from Parkzer's throat. What was he supposed to say? Congrats on the dick? He had already said that. Parkzer gulps, staring at the ring, following the subtle movement Doug is doing with his fingers.

"What do you think?"

"Huh?" Parkzer mumbles dumbly, unable to take his eyes off of the hypnotizing jewelry.

"I'm guessing you like it, since you can't stop looking at it."

When Parkzer glances up, Doug is smirking — of course he is, the smug bastard; that's all he wanted from the start. The only reason he told Parkzer the TSA story was to seem cool and awesome and envy-worthy.

The thing is: Parkzer knows him. And Parkzer is observant. That's how he knows why Doug told him about his alleged blessed penis, and about his genital piercings, and also why Doug agreed to show it to him — and why Doug has his cock out, held up by the base, with a very pleased smile splayed from cheek to cheek.

And why Doug's cock has started to harden under Parkzer's scrutiny.

"And I guess you like having me look at it, judging by your current… state." Parkzer blushes, guiding his eyes elsewhere. From his peripheral vision, he catches Doug straightening on the chair, clearing his throat, and letting go of his dick, which stands halfway through an erection.

Both of them sit in silence, avoiding each other's gaze. Parkzer bounces his leg, staring at the posters glued on the wall; Doug squirms, not-so-secretly trying to hide his boner with his palm.

"Well, uh, I guess—I guess I can put away my penis now," Doug jokes, forcing out a laugh, and Parkzer finally looks at him again.

One look is all it takes for Doug to freeze.

Parkzer pushes his glasses up his nose bridge. "You said they look better when you're… excited. So, since we are already way past our boundaries… wouldn't you like to show me again?"

It's as clear an invitation as Parkzer manages in his awkwardness and his nervousness. Doug gasps, eyes wide and bright, but he licks his lips and nods with a hum, adjusting himself in the chair before moving his palm away from his cock. It's not fully hard yet, but the view is much clearer already.

Parkzer raises one finger, threatening to touch. Doug bites his lip and stiffens, but doesn't fight against it, and the tip of Parkzer's index brushes the first black barbell. Doug breathes out, sucking in his stomach.

It feels… interesting under the pad of his finger. The jewelry in itself is cold, but the pierced skin is scalding hot, and, as Parkzer runs his finger back and forth, he can feel the bulge of the barbell under the thin strip of flesh. Parkzer switches the finger for his thumb and presses on both barbells at the same time, which prompts Doug to let out a hiss. Parkzer shots him a look. "Does it hurt?"

"No, just…" Doug looks down, staring at his cock, "s-sensitive."

Parkzer hums. "Does it increase sensitivity?" he asks, caressing the two piercings with his thumb, watching as Doug's cock fills up to full hardness.

"Not really. But," Doug interrupts himself with a breathy chuckle, "people seem to pay a lot more attention to them. And they are on very, uh… interesting placements."

Parkzer smirks, running his thumb down, until it bumps with the horseshoe ring. Parkzer's knuckles brush against Doug's balls. "I'm guessing it was all planned."

"Kinda," Doug mumbles, willing himself to relax on the chair. He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back slightly. "I did it more as, like, a joke. Thought it'd be f-funny." A shiver runs through Doug's spine as Parkzer plays with the ring. "But it also looks really cool."

"Hmm. I'm not the biggest fan of piercings, but… they suit you." Parkzer licks his lips, thumbing the sensitive skin. "And, I have to admit… they do look better now."

Doug giggles. Parkzer smiles; fuck, this is insanity. This whole thing—it was insane from the start. From the moment Doug barged into Parkzer's room with a huge smile and started talking about "so, when I was flying back from New York…"

"How do you touch yourself?" Parkzer asks, retreating his hand. It's a genuine question; he's curious, and he doesn't want to hurt Doug or accidentally pull on his piercings.

But Doug moans as if Parkzer has just said his dick was large, dense and thick.

"I-I mean, like normal," Doug manages to spill out, wrapping his big hand around his cock. He's careful to leave the lorum piercing out of his grip — so not entirely like normal, Parkzer thinks. "Hand around the dick. Up and down. Y'know." Doug follows his own instructions, jerking himself with a slow drag of his fist.

If Parkzer was hypnotized before, now he is under absolute mind control. The scene playing right in front of him is nothing short of mesmerizing. Doug has his eyes closed, sighing heavily, chest heaving in quick intervals as his hand pumps his cock with increasing pace. Parkzer stares so much that he catches the moment Doug decides to run his thumb over his head, teasing his slit, and brings his index finger up to rest on top of his frenum piercings, seemingly out of habit.

Parkzer's cock stirs in his pants.

He shifts on the chair, trying to adjust himself, only now realizing how hard he is. It's bulging against his sweatpants and very difficult to hide. Thankfully Doug has his eyes closed and is floating on cloud nine; Parkzer thinks Doug might've even forgotten about him. So, technically, Parkzer could…

"Fuck," Doug breathes out, half-opening his eyes to stare down at his throbbing cock. Doug's left hand trails down his torso and cups his balls, playing with them. His thumb brushes the horseshoe ring and his whole body shivers, a soft moan escaping his lips, legs parting to give himself more access — and Parkzer a clearer view. "Feels so good."

Parkzer gulps. Should he say anything? Is Doug even talking to him? This is a disaster. Parkzer is sweaty, red-faced, bug-eyed and as hard as he'll ever be and Doug is right in front of him and touching that impressive dick of his with the very aesthetically pleasing piercings as add-ons and now Doug is fucking saying things—

"Whatcha got there for me?" Doug smirks, nodding towards Parkzer's obvious bulge. Parkzer squirms, trying to discreetly cover himself with his hand, suddenly interested to look at the walls again. "C'mon, I have my dick and balls out, it's only fair if you do, too."

"I'm not adorned like you are, so there is no reason to do such thing," Parkzer mumbles in a surprisingly steady voice. The collar of his shirt feels tight against his throat.

"C'mooooon," Doug whines, kicking Parkzer's foot. The hand gripping his balls slides upwards, holding the base of his dick. Doug's thighs are shaking. "You got hard just by watching me play with myself, you gotta let me see it."

Parkzer would love to argue; he truly, desperately wants to argue, to bite back, to bicker like they usually do. Except he can't. He can't, because Doug is absolutely right: he is hard precisely from watching Doug touching himself and there is no way he'll ever be able to deny it.

So he weighs his options. This whole thing is already insane, as previously established. So what harm would it do to indulge a little bit? They will probably agree to forget this ever happened and never talk about it again, anyway.

There's just one problem: a very average — perhaps a little smaller than average — problem.

Parkzer exhales. "Only if you promise you won't make any comments on—on it."

Doug parts his mouth, probably to crack a joke, but Parkzer stares at him and Doug seemingly understands the seriousness Parkzer's eyes are conveying. Doug shrugs. "Sure. Alright. No comments." And, to get the point across, Doug presses his thumb and index finger together and drags them over his lips, zipping his mouth. Parkzer sighs once more.

"Okay," he mutters, hooking his thumbs under the waistband and lifting his hips just enough to pull his pants and boxers down. His cock bobs, reddened and curved upwards, pointing at his belly button.

Doug stares. It's clear as day he's dying to say something, but is holding back as if Parkzer is pressing a loaded gun against his forehead. Whether Doug's comments are good or bad, Parkzer tries to not think about it, instead licking his palm and wrapping it around his cock, groaning softly as shocks of pleasure travel up his legs and bubble in his lower stomach. Doug follows suit, and, for a few minutes, the only sounds filling the office are sighs, groans, and the familiar squelches of two fists going up and down two cocks.

Parkzer almost forgets Doug is there; it's been a while since he has masturbated, so it doesn't take long for him to lose himself to pleasure. It spikes down his spine and raises the hairs on his neck, bringing a flush to his cheeks and ears, warmth pooling in between his legs. Parkzer rubs his thumb on the head, biting his lip as he smears the bead of precum threatening to slide down his shaft, and half-opens his eyes, shock and desire mixing as he catches Doug staring directly at him.

When their eyes meet, Doug offers him a smile.

Parkzer's heart speeds up — and his hand does, as well.

"I'm so close," Doug mutters, gaze falling down to Parkzer's dick. It disappears completely inside the curl of his hand; Parkzer furrows his eyebrows to try and dissipate the thought. "Feels so good, Parkzer."

"Yeah?" Parkzer responds, not really sure about what to say. He usually—he's not one to talk during… things like this. Whatever the hell they have going on right now.

"Yeah," Doug echoes, throwing his head back, exposing the long line of his pale neck, how his adam's apple throbs, how the bare flesh leads Parkzer's eyes down until the inviting sight is stopped by the collar of Doug's shirt. "I think—I'm gonna cum."

Parkzer shivers. He doesn't understand why that gets to him, but he feels his own stomach tightening, cock spurting more precum and wetting his fingers. There is nothing in his mind;. he can't formulate a word, let alone a whole sentence. He doesn't say anything. But he does, however, let out a pathetic mewl, which he hurries to cover with his free hand, but it's more than enough to reach Doug's ears and make him trip over the edge.

"Fuck," Doug hisses, body going tense as he spills all over his chest and stomach, dribbling a line down his knuckles as well. It's a fascinating display; his cock is colored an angry red, veiny and thick and big, and the piercings are now partially covered by the pearly white cum. "Fuck," he breathes out again, coming back from his high. Doug leans his head to the side, smiling at Parkzer. "Your turn."

Parkzer closes his eyes and focuses all his attention on himself. On getting off. On ending this whole thing before it really hits him what exactly they are doing. What exactly he's doing. He's in Doug's office, jerking off while Doug watches him closely. Fuck.

Fuck, he can't. Parkzer tightens his grip around his cock, pumping harder, mentally telling himself that he can't back down now, he needs—he needs to fucking—

"Parkzer," Doug calls, gently, and Parkzer jumps in the chair, startled. "Can I… touch you? Just a little?"

Parkzer blinks. He has softened a bit, but he's still very much hard, and… well… their boundaries are thrashed anyway, so… he nods weakly. Doug scoots closer and runs his hands up Parkzer's thighs, which makes him grimace as he feels the dried cum on Doug's right palm. Doug snickers.

"Relax for me," Doug mumbles, trailing his hands up Parkzer's torso, sneaking under his shirt to run his fingers over the bones of his ribcage. "You look so fucking hot."

Parkzer closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, allowing his fist to move at a normal rhythm again. Doug squeezes Parkzer's hips, urging him to keep going, rubbing his thumbs on Parkzer's hip bones. Parkzer shivers, easily inching closer and closer to his climax.

"Parkzer," Doug calls again, now in a low whisper, near Parkzer's ear. Parkzer rolls his head back, shuddering again. "C'mon. Cum for me."

Parkzer hates being told what to do.

…So it's all the more humiliating when he cums instantly, spurting thick stripes on his stomach and utterly soiling his shirt, an embarrassing whine leaving his throat before he can shut it down. Parkzer melts on the chair, sighing, and he feels more than hears Doug's breathy giggle, a huff of hot air against Parkzer's neck.

Doug leans back on his chair, processing everything that just happened. Parkzer quickly tucks himself back into his pants, making a face as he assesses the mess on his clothes, and lifts his gaze to find Doug's. They let out nervous chuckles.

"So," Doug clears his throat, messing with his hair, "I guess you've met my troublemakers."

"I guess I did," Parkzer nods, pursing his lips. And what a trouble did they cause, huh?

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