My Inches 1

by Dick Mann

Hi, my name is Phil, and I'm in high school, but that's not important. What is important is my cock. And what's important about my cock is its size, pure and simple. It's long, thick, enormous, size. And, of course, what's also important is what my mind-blowing cock-size can do to other guys. Like the way it makes them stare. And makes them drool. And turns them on with so much more size than they ever dreamed of that they beg to suck it down their throats. Oh yeah, that's a lot of fun. But it's by far the most fun when I use my monster man shaft to tease and seduce straight guys. They're so fucking sure they would never even want to look at another guy's dick, and they know the sight would never turn them on. But my big, fat, huge tool always proves them wrong. And I know just how to show it off. How to give a cock show that makes their eyes bulge out and makes their dicks stiffer than they've ever been. No matter how hard they try to look away, or try to stay soft, my awesome show always makes them perv over my enormous cock.

But the most fun is making them suck it down and swallow my jizz. Except for my outrageous man-meat, I'm just a small, skinny guy, so I could never physically force anyone to do anything. And that's the way I like it. It further proves the power of my gigantic shaft. The power to turn guys on so bad they'll do anything I want. Which is why the straighter they are, the more fun it is. The thought of touching another man's cock, even with just their hands, is revolting to them. So, when they realize that, totally against their will, they're in uncontrollable lust for my gigantic slab of meat, they try as hard as they can to resist. But when I'm showing off a cock that's so much bigger than anything they ever imagined, it doesn't matter how revolted they are. The thought of actually sucking on another
man's cock makes them sick, but my monster is simply so big, and it's simply made them so hot, that they've just got to have it. My massive size makes it all so easy. Oh yeah, showing off as many mouth-watering inches as I have always turns their dicks into wood, their brains into mush, and their mouths into my own personal little cum buckets. It sure is fun doing that to guys. First seeing how shocked they are with themselves for getting turned on by another guy’s cock, and then watching them fight their increasing lust as I show off, and finally proving my control over them when my teasing, and mind-warping size, breaks them down and they beg to suck me off.

So let me tell you about how much size I really do have. I'm seventeen now, in high school, but I was already huge in junior high. That's when I first measured my meat. I'd been jacking off for several years already, but never thought much about my cock's size. Then, in the junior high locker room, I first started seeing the cocks on the other guys, and I noticed they were all so small. Yeah, they were only a couple of inches long when soft, and the ones I saw stiff looked only about 5 or 6 inches long. I thought mine might be almost twice that size, so I measured myself. Sure enough, I hung down 4 inches completely soft, and I was 8 inches hard, along the top. And my cock was much thicker, with much more mass than the others. All through junior high I really liked having a really big cock. It always felt good, soft or hard. And it looked good too. Real good. It looked good to me, and from the way other guys would sneak glances at it when they thought I didn't see them, I could tell it looked good to them, too.

One day, when two guys standing off to the side were looking sideways over at me, while I was sitting buck naked on the gym bench, I decided to give them a little show. So, I concentrated on hardening up, just to see what they would do. In fact, just thinking about them admiring my cock made it harden right up to its full 8 inches without me really trying. I looked over to see the expressions on their faces. They didn't even see me look at them, because by now they were just staring at my cock. It was really funny, I remember, because they started licking their lips like the wanted it, and I looked down at the jockey shorts they were wearing, and they were starting to tent out. Their faces were turning a little red, and I could see they sure didn't want to be making embarrassing hard-on bulges in their pants. But the sight of my big, beautiful, cock was making them harden up against their will. That's when I first got the idea that I could force hard-ons onto other guys just by showing off how huge I was. And from the way they were licking their lips, I also figured I could probably get one of them to suck me off if I wanted to. But, except for my massive cock, I was a always so skinny I had no trouble bending over and giving myself a blow job whenever I wanted. So I figured I didn't need them for that. But I was having fun teasing them, so I leaned back, grabbed my massive shaft at the very base, and waved my 8 inches around, still looking at their crotches. They both got all the way stiff which, with me looking at them, and them being together, made them so embarrassed that they ran off in opposite directions. That made me laugh, and it showed me the power my cock size gave me.

But even though I didn't make anybody back then suck me off, I did have a lot of fun teasing them. The best, though, was teasing the gym teachers. Like the time when I was showering, and one of the teachers came by, and I noticed him checking out my meat. It was impressive completely soft, hanging down so far, but nothing like when it was all big and hard. So, just for fun, I started soaping it up, in a kind of jack-off motion. I started growing, and so did he. Yeah, I was making his cock grow just by showing him mine grow. It wasn't long before I was all the way hard. I turned sideways to him, held my hands together behind my back, and shoved my pelvis forward, to give him a really good show of my 8 thick inches. I turned my head over to look back at him. I looked down at his crotch, and it was real obvious that I had made him totally hard. My looking down there made him look too, and he just about died of embarrassment when he saw how obvious his hard-on was. He looked back up at me, and I gave him a really big smile. He turned bright red. Just to tease him some more, to make his balls really churn, I leaned back as far as I could, which rotated my skinny hips up, and lifted my big, beautiful shaft as far as possible into the air. Sticking up from my skinny little body like that, my huge man-meat must have awfully looked good to him, because he absent-mindedly licked his lips and gave his demanding little hard-on a rub with his hand. When he did that, I gave a big stare down to his crotch, and another one at my own shaft, and then I looked back up to his face and smiled again. That way I made sure he knew that I had seen him give himself a rub, and that he knew that I knew that it was my enormous boner that had made him do it. He turned red as a fire truck, took one last look at my gigantic, beautiful pole, and ran off to the john. I knew he'd be jerking off as soon as he could get into a stall, and I knew he'd be thinking about my oversized cock the whole time. In just a few minutes I had turned him on, humiliated him, made him run off to jerk himself like a little boy, and made him sick with his own thoughts about his own sexual preferences. All by just showing off my huge cock. That kind of thing was always a lot of fun.

Around the end of junior high, I found a copy of magazine called "Pump for Size". What a great magazine! I've still got that first one, plus all the other ones I've bought since. It had photos of guys pumping their cocks up. They were different sizes, but mostly they were really big, especially when they were in the plastic tubes. Some looked even bigger than mine when I was all the way up. They looked great, but they also made me a little mad, because I wanted to be bigger than anybody. At the time, I didn't think about the fact that I was only 14, and that my cock would be growing a lot more. I just wanted to be the biggest. So, I ordered one the penis pumps advertised in the magazine. It was such a great day when it came! I could hardly wait to try it out. That night, in my room, I pumped myself up for the first time, following the pictures in the magazine. I could see through the plastic tube I was bigger than ever. My cock felt really great, all big and stretched out. But what I really liked was the increased size. It looked good, real good. But I didn't have enough hands to pump and measure the length at the same time. So, I used my ruler to mark off inches on the tube. Then I pumped back up, and I was 9 inches long! Oh yeah, I was big. The sight of my meat being so long and massive made me really horny, so I got out of the tube and sucked myself off. I was so hot, I swallowed most of my cum. I was in love with my big cock, and with my pump for making it even bigger.

Well, that was three years ago, and I've been pumping pretty much every day since. Yeah, I really love how big it gets in the tube. At first I was a little disappointed at the way it shrank back down somewhat when I took it out, but it was still bigger than before. Besides, I noticed after time, it really did keep growing, so the tube seemed to be helping to give it a permanent size increase. In fact, last year, I outgrew that original 11-inch tube. So, I ordered two new 14-inch pumps, one for home and one for my gym locker at school.

So, how big is my meat these days? Big enough to make a man--any man—come crawling on his knees with his little stiffy in his hand, just begging me to let him suck while he jerks off, that's how big! It's 6 inches long when it's completely, totally soft. It's 10, or just over 10, all the way hard. And that's with no pumping. When I pump it up all the way, I can get it up to a full 12 inches in the tube. Yeah, that's one solid foot of thick, beautiful, man meat. If you saw it, you'd be jerking off right now. Then, when I take it out, it goes back down to about 10 or so at first, but it's still a full three inches across, which is just about a half and inch thicker than when it's all the way hard without pumping. And the big, bloated, spongy head is 3 1/2 inches across. But then it lengthens out a little more when I stroke it back to full hardness. It's a beautiful shaft too--young, and smooth, with just a slight upward curve. And, of course, BIG!

One other thing that makes it show off especially good is my skinny little body. Most kids want to be better built, with more muscles and all. Not me, I enjoy being only 145 pounds and only 5' 8" tall. What muscles I have are real thin and lean. And they have some definition too, even though they're small, because I really don't have any fat at all. My stomach is completely flat, and my waist is only 28 inches. I'm lean enough to bend over and lick all the way down to base of my shaft, so I could still suck myself off even if I only had an average cock. And being small and thin, together with my smooth, innocent face, makes me look even younger than I am. I look maybe 14 or 15. This is nice in two ways: first, it makes older guys that much more shocked when they see how much male meat I'm packing, and second, it makes them try extra hard not to give in to sucking on it, because they know they could go to jail over it. And the harder they try to keep their mouths off of my meat, the more fun it is for me, because that just adds to the proof of my power over them when my mind-bending size finally does make them fall on their knees. Speaking of which, let me tell you about one of those fun times I just had the other day.

My PE class is just before lunch, which is nice, because I like to take a nice, long shower, amusing myself by looking at all the other guys sneaking looks at what's hanging down between my legs. (Of course, the sight gives some of them embarrassing little hard-ons which they try to hide by facing the shower wall.) Then I like to take my time getting dressed, arranging by big bulge so it shows off just the way I like it. Well, a couple of days ago, my gym teacher, Mr. Jones, had me kind of pissed off. He thinks he's such a macho guy, because he's pretty big, over 6 feet tall, and he definitely is well built, with big muscles and all. So, he's telling us to do more sit-ups, more pull-ups, more whatever. Being a real asshole. And he just thinks he's so damn straight, gawking at the girls and sometimes joking about them. So, sitting there on the bench about to get dressed, knowing he's alone in the gym office, I decide to really take care of him. Oh, yeah, I'm going to really take that big he-man down. On me. The first thing I do is stroke myself up a little--just a little, so I have a nice, soft, but slightly thickened 7 inches or so. Just so my bulge will look really nice. Then I put on my jockey shorts, and arrange my shaft sideways, so the big bulge is real obvious, and the thing will have somewhere to grow. By this time everyone else has gone to lunch, so I take the pump I keep in my locker, wrap it in a towel, and go over to the door of the gym office.

I knock on the door, and then open it before he can say anything. I open the door wide. I keep the towel with the pump inside, in front of my crotch, because I want to get inside before he sees what my jockeys are packing. In the sweetest, most innocent voice I can manage without laughing, I ask, "Can I come in, Mr. Jones? There's something I want to ask you about."

"Sure Phil," he says in that condescending, shit-eating tone of voice he has. "Come in and sit down on the bench here."

I walk in, still holding the towel over my crotch. The short bench along the office wall is to the side of his desk, running from front of it to behind it. So, I sit down at the far end, so the desk isn't between us, and I'm only a couple of feet from him.

"So Phil, what do want to talk about?" he asks. He's still using that bullshit, I'm-the-big-teacher, your-the-little-snot, voice. I'd soon be changing that, though.

"Uh, well, Mr. Jones, I've been using something, and I wonder if you think it's OK to use it."

"Yes, what is it?" he asks, still being Mr. Know-it-all.

I slide the towel, with the pump inside, off my lap. I spread my legs a little, just to draw attention to my crotch bulge. Not that it was at all necessary, since my meat is so big, and it's stretching the fabric out so nicely. Since it's already a good 7 inches, I know he thinks it's a full hard-on, even though it's not really straight or very stiff. He doesn't really want to look--they never do. Straight guys are so funny the way they don't want to admit that they want to look at a cock. But my bulge is just too big, so he has to look. He tries to be discrete while he checks me out. I pretend not to notice, so he'll take his time and get a good eyeful. That's what I want, because I know that looking at my bulge is going to make him imagine how good my naked dick must look, and that's going to get to his balls and to his dick, whether he likes it or not. After a minute, I take the pump out of the towel.

"This is what I've been using, Mr. Jones. It's a penis pump," I say. Startled, he looks up at my face again, and asks, "A penis pump?" I don't know if he knows what one was or not, so I go on. "Yeah, a penis pump. It makes your penis get bigger." When I say that, he naturally looks back down at my jockey shorts. Or, I should say, at my great big cock which is showing itself off so nice under the stretched-out fabric. As long as he's looking down there, I figure this would be a good time to get hard. It's always pretty easy for me to get hard when I want to, but just looking him with that stupid expression of his face, wishing he could look away, but unable to, was making me grow hard without even trying.

So I started growing, slowly but surely. I always get a big kick out of watching guys watch my huge cock grow. At each stage, they just can't believe it's as big as it is, so they always figure it must be at full size. But then it grows some more. The way it works in my jockey shorts, is that it gets kind of bound up in the fabric for a minute, and stays at a certain length. But the pressure keeps building up. It may get a little thicker and maybe bend a little, but then breaks free of the friction and jerks out another half-inch or inch. This always turns on whatever guy is looking at it, of course. This is always fun, but it's just so much more fun when the guy is so straight, like Mr. Jones. When I jerk out to 8 inches, Jones is turned on for sure. It's not anywhere near full size yet, but I know he thinks it has to be totally erect. After all, it's already biggest thing he's ever seen. He just stares at it with his mouth hanging open. And, I can see my size is making him tent out his own pants.

I slide my butt forward a little, because I just love making that obscene gesture while a guy is staring at my over-stuffed jockeys. But what I love even more is just slowly growing in front of him. Which is just what I keep doing. I can feel pressure building in my cock, and then I pop out to about 9 inches. Yeah, the thing is a really big 9 inches now, and the tip is well out past the side of my hips. I know the sight is really making old Jonesey’s balls churn, because I see his own bulge stiffen up all the way. He feels it too, because he suddenly lays his forearm over his tent, trying to hide the embarrassing evidence of getting turned on. Of course, he had to have felt it growing, but he was too mesmerized watching me grow to think about his own little thing. But he has to be thinking about it now, since it' so stiff.

He's afraid I'll see what's happening to him down there. He desperately wants dick to go back down. He tries to will it to soften up. But he has no chance. Not with the show I'm giving him. Yeah, he used to think tits and pussy turned him on. Now I'm teaching him what a humongous piece of man-meat can do to him!

I kind of like just sitting there at 9 inches, all relaxed, pretending nothing's happening, while my gym teacher is staring at my shaft, hooked, and trying to hide his own hard-on. But my cock just keeps on building up pressure, and then jerks out another half inch. Jones's eyes get wider, and he rubs his dick with his arm a little to try to ease some of his jerk-off need. He's just too funny. But now I grow all the way out to my full, hard, mind-bending, 10 inches. It's so far out to the side now, that the whole 3-inch head is outside the width of my body, even though the thing is now too hard and stiff to lay flat across my belly. No, besides stretching the shorts way out to the side, it's also pulling the fabric forward a couple of inches. It really feels good that way. And it was looking good too. Too good for Jones, because he starts rubbing on his wood again, harder than before. He's hoping like hell I somehow won't notice him rubbing himself. But even though he knows I probably can't miss what he was doing, he has to rub anyway. He's too horny to stop. A 10-inch monster-shaft stretching the jockeys out from a 28-inch, seventeen-year-old waist will to that to a man.

I start back up with my sweet, innocent voice. "You see, Mr. Jones, the thing is, my penis gets bigger when I use this pump." I pick it up. "But I just don't know if it's OK. You know, if it's safe and everything."

He tears his eyes off my huge boner long enough to look up at my face and, in a kind of a daze, he just asks "What?" That shit-eating arrogance is pretty much gone from his voice now.

"Here, let me show you," I say. I slowly pull the front of the elastic waistband of my jockey shorts out over and down below my gigantic hard-on. It immediately flips straight up, with the big head up over my waist. I feel it expand another quarter of an inch or so, and harden to steel. It's throbbing. I know it's definitely over 10 inches--the thought of what my man-meat does to straight guys like Jones always makes it super hard, and gives it an extra fraction of an inch. Jones just stares. Then he licks his lips once, but stops. He probably still has some stupid idea that I'm an innocent kid, or at least that I haven't noticed how bad my huge shaft is getting to him. Fat chance of that! Not with him giving into the need to rub his own dicky a few more times. Oh, how bad he wants to take out his stiffy and jerk it off while perving over my huge, massive, meat. But there's no way he would do something like that! It would kill him! But I want him to take it out of his pants. First, I want the stiff, humiliating proof of him getting turned on by my huge cock to be out in the open. And second, I want him to start working his dick so he'll be so out-of-his-mind horny that I can control him completely.

I hold my 10-inch fuck-shaft at the very base, with just my left thumb and forefinger, so the whole, awesome length is on display. "You see, Mr. Jones, this is how big it gets when it's all the way up. But I just don't know if it's really big enough. You know, if it's as big as a penis should be. I mean, I'm kind of a small, skinny, guy, and not too tall. And I don't have big muscles and everything like you do. So, I just figure my penis is probably also much smaller than normal. I haven't seen too many other guys’ penises before though, and I don't think I've ever seen one that was, you know, erect. So, I don't really know, but I just figure mine must be a pretty small one. What do you think, Mr. Jones?" I run the index finger of my right hand up and down my full length, slowly, as if I'm showing my concern for it's size, but really showing off how incredibly huge it is. He's just staring at my magnificent manhood, and rubbing himself through his pants like a little boy. What a laugh.

By now it's pretty obvious, even to his lust-filled brain, that I can see him rubbing his hard-on. He also remembers the open door, and suddenly looks over at it. He stops rubbing himself. I know he's scared of someone coming by, but I also know it will be easy to make him forget about the open door, about everything in the world except the awesome 10-inches in front of him. And about what it's doing to his balls and his dick.

"My penis, Mr. Jones." That snaps his head back. "I'm worried if it's big enough," I say. He goes back to staring at it. He knows he looks like a horny little imbecile, but he just has to give himself another couple of rubs.

I keep going. "So, I wonder if you could do something for me, Mr. Jones. If it's OK with you. I just wonder if you could take your penis out and let me see it. Please don't get mad at me, I just want to see if mine is anywhere near as big as the penis of a big, strong, gym teacher like you. Could I please see it, Mr. Jones? Could you please take it out for me?"

Well, that's all he needs. Since his little hard-on has been killing him for quite a while now, he takes any stupid-ass excuse to get it out of his pants. So he goes ahead and unzips, and pulls it out. He's too horny to say a word. It's an OK cock. Nothing to brag about, maybe 7 inches at the most, just the way I figured. But boy is it hard. Oh yeah, it's as stiff as they get. So stiff, in fact, that he can't keep from wrapping his hand around it right away.

"Gee, Mr. Jones," I say. "Is that as big as your penis is? It's so small. I mean, it's only about the size mine is when it's soft. But it looks like yours is all the way hard. It is completely hard, isn't it, Mr. Jones?"

All he can say is "Uh, yeah. It's hard."

I have him by the balls now. He's my horny little toy, in lust over my mammoth tool, holding his pathetic little hard-on in his hand. If I keep working on him, I know I can make him jerk off, or suck me off, or do anything else I want, even without using the pump. But, I really want to fuck this guy’s brain up but good, so I decide to go ahead and use the pump. I know every extra inch is going to fuck his brains over that much more. Besides, I'm having a lot of fun, and don't want to go too fast.

So, I pick up the pump and say, "You see, Mr. Jones, this pump makes my cock get bigger than it normally gets. That's why I use it. You want to watch?"

He just nods up and down. I know there's no way he can stop watching, not for a million bucks. I hold my huge shaft at the base with my right hand, and slip the tube over with my left. I then let go with my right, so I can pull the tube all the way down. I pick up the pump handle. The pump itself is one of those jobs that looks like a stapler that you can work with one hand by squeezing it. I put my left hand down around the bottom of the tube, with my thumb over the little air hole, and I start pumping with my right. It feels good. Really good. And my incredible cock starts getting even more humongous inside the tube.

"You see, Mr. Jones? This makes it bigger." I pump up to the 11-inch mark on the tube. I fill the tube's 3-inch diameter completely, with the sides of my shaft pressed up against the tube. "You see how big it is now? It's bigger than it was. And it's way bigger than your dick, isn't it, Mr. Jones. In fact, your dick's only about half as big, even though you're as hard as you've ever been." I drop my phony innocent voice now and ask him, "You are as hard as you've ever been, aren't you? Probably harder. And just why is your dick so hard, anyway? What's got you so turned on?" All he can do is stare at my enormous man shaft and lick his lips. He's too humiliated and too horny to speak. "It wouldn't be my cock, would it? My great big, beautiful cock? The one you've been perving over ever since I took the towel off my crotch? That wouldn't be what's turning you on so fucking bad, would it?"

He's way past answering. He's holding the hardest, stiffest, boner he's ever had. He'd be totally embarrassed for another guy just to see him hard at any time, but to see that he got hard over another guy's cock--that's making him want to sink into the floor. But there he is, boner in hand, unable to stop perving over his little seventeen-year-old student's monster cock. And the awesome sight of all that meat is really putting the jerk-off need into his boner. He needs to jerk off. But if my seeing his boner embarrasses him, and if my knowing what made it so hard humiliates him, he'd rather die than actually jerk off in front of me. He's such a straight little shit. Or at least he desperately wants to keep thinking he is. So he uses every once of resistance he has to keep from jerking.

I just say, "Gee, Mr. Jones, you look like you really want to jerk off. You want to jerk off to my cock, don't you? Why don't you go ahead? You know you want to. And I'd kind of like you to too, just to show me how much you love my big cock."

He's trying so hard to keep from jerking off. He's just trying just so, so hard.

I have to hand it to him. Most guys cave in and start jerking within a minute or two of seeing my full 10 inches of man meat. The fact that it's far and away the most humiliating thing they've ever done doesn't make any difference. Looking at my gigantic cock simply makes them do it. But it's kind of fun watching Jones fight it so hard, so desperate to keep from giving in to my mammoth cock. It's fun because I know it'll be so easy to push him over the edge. No-one can stand up to my full size. "Here, Mr. Jones. Look at this and try to keep from jerking off." With that, I go back to really pumping. The suction really feels good. My incredible manhood grows and stretches and expands all the way. I pump it up to its full, awesome, cock-hardening, mouth-watering, mind-fucking, 12 inches. That's 12 inches of cock.

Jones crumbles, of course. He screams, "Oh God! It's so huge! It's so fucking huge!" And, of course, he starts jerking. Jerking like crazy. Up and down, up and down. He starts massaging his cum-packed balls with his other hand. He's dying from the humiliation. He wishes so much he could stop, but he keeps jerking. He has to. How can he stop? My cock just looks too good. It's just too big. Way too big.

I like just sitting there, all pumped up to the max, with my big, stupid gym teacher jerking off to me. It sure is great having the kind of size that can break a man down like that. Reduce a big, muscular he-man to a little, jerk-off fag-boy.

"There now, you like that, don't you? I can see you really like jerking off to my big cock. You're just my little jerky-boy, aren't you?"

He just keeps staring at my monumental 12 inches and keeps jerking, but I know he can hear me, so I go on. "Yeah, my gorgeous man-meat really turns you on but good, huh? Gets to you a lot better than any chick, huh? I just know no chick ever got you beat off like that before. I guess that makes you not just my little jerk-off boy, but my little FAG jerk-off boy, doesn't?"

He grunts, "Oh yeah...oh, yeah...oh, yeah." He's giving into my words as well as into the extreme need of his over-packed balls and his over-stiff dick. But, mostly, he's giving into hugest, most gigantic slab of man-meat he ever could have imagined. So far, this is fine, but I'm not through with him yet. Oh no, not by a long shot.

"Yes, my little pansy fag. Jerking and jerking to my big cock. I guess that means you love my cock so much you want to pay homage to it with your mouth, too."

At that, he stops jerking and looks up at my face for the first time in a long time. He can't say anything, but the fear is all over his face. He shakes his head back and forth, but then he looks back down at my monster meat and starts jerking again. I tell him, "Oh yeah, you're gonna be sucking on it all right. There's no way a little pansy fag-boy like you is going to keep your mouth off a cock this beautiful -- and this huge."

His face is bright red, but he just keeps staring at my unbelievable cock and jerking off. There's no way he can stop. "Here, let me take it out for you," I say. I take my thumb off the air hole, and slowly, inch by inch, withdraw the tube off my shaft. It goes back down to 10 inches, but it's still a full 3 inches across. And the head is much wider that. It also had that slightly soft-but-puffed-up look it always has coming out of the pump. But, it's basically still hard. I hold it at the very base with my left hand.

"Looks good out of the pump, doesn't it, you little fag shit?" He just keeps jerking, and so I wave it back and forth, just inches from his face. When I move it to the left, he turns his head with it. When I move it to the right, his head turns with it that way, too--of course. It's really a lot of fun to do that with a guy--move my gigantic cock back and forth, and make his face go back and forth with it. He's my little toy. My little, drooling, cock-starved toy. He manages to lick some of his spit off his lips, but most of it falls on the floor. I stop waving my monster back and forth and hold it still right in front of his eyes. "Why don't you give it a kiss? A nice, big, kiss for my nice, big cock? You know you want to," I say. He looks up at my face again. There are tears in his eyes, and he shakes his head back and forth again. The mere thought of touching another guy's cock with his mouth turns his stomach. It just about makes him throw up. But what's really fucking him over is that he knows he wants to. Wants to real bad. But as revolting as the idea of putting his mouth on my cock is to him, I know my stupendous size has such a hold on him--on his balls, on his cock, on what's left of his brain--that there's no way he'll be able to keep from doing it.

I'm just a little over 10 inches now, but having just come out of the pump, even at this stupendous length, I'm not totally hard. I know I can stroke myself up to just about 11 inches right after pumping. And I also know the awesome sight of my cock expanding and hardening any amount more will be too much for him. So I start to slowly stroke with my right hand, while I keep holding on at the base with my left. I take my time, and stroke nice and slow. I use long, luxurious strokes, the kind that show off my huge size the best, as if it needed any help. It doesn't take long to get completely hard, stiffening out to 11 inches. Yeah, that's 11 glorious inches of long, thick, hard, cock, and not in the pump either.

I tilt my giant forward so that the underside of the huge head almost touches to his lips. He's really drooling, and I just ask, "Now, how about a kiss?"

He caves in, just like I knew he would. He stretches his neck forward, with his lips puckered. But just before he can touch the underside of my massive head, I tilt my cock back a little. He stretches forward more, but I pull it back to my chest.

"Tell me what you want," I say.

He can't quite bring himself to actually ask for it, so I tilt it forward again, but when he makes another try to kiss it, I just pull it back again. "Ask for what you want," I say.

"OK, OK," he says. "Let me kiss it."

"Kiss what?" I ask.

"Your cock, your cock! Please, please let me kiss your incredible cock!"

"Well," I say, "if you really want to, here. Give it a kiss." I then tilt it forward again, and hold it still for him. He kisses the underside of the head. That feels pretty good; I kind of liked having him kiss me there. He plants a couple of more kisses, then moves his head up over the end and kisses the very tip of my cock, at the piss hole. That's nice too, but I pull away in a few seconds. I'm not done mashing up what used to be his big, straight, macho brains, and turning them into little, fag, pansy brains.

So I tell him, "Now you're going to suck on it. Oh, yeah, you’re going to give me a great big blow job. And you're going to swallow all my thick, yummy, man-cream, too." He looks back up at my face and stares in horror. He's terrified at the idea of actually sucking on another man's cock. Of what it would mean. But he knows I can make him do it with my size. Then he looks back down at my gigantic shaft and stares in lust. "Beg for it!" I say. He looks back up. The tears are coming out of his eyes again. He shakes his head more desperately then before, silently pleading with me not to completely turn him into a total fag. But he's such a silly boy, why shouldn't I get my kicks? And it's all so easy for me. And he knows it.

All I say is "Look at it."

He looks at it. He stares at it. He drools. And he keeps jerking off like mad. And he wants my gigantic cock stuffing his mouth. He just wants to suck it down so bad. But he won't, he can't, he tells himself. He just won't become a total fag! But my super-cock is just too long, too thick, too massive...too huge! He just has to have it! What's left of his brain is telling him, "No way! Don't do it!" But his blue, aching balls, and his iron-hard dick, and his cock-craving mouth are telling him, "Suck!"

I can see all this so plain on his face, I almost laugh. It's so much fun. I don't have to do anything. Not a damn thing. I just hold my gigantic column of man-meat in front of his face, and I know there's no way he's going to keep from going down on it in a few seconds. And then he surrenders, making a lunge for my huge beauty. But I tell him, "Stop!" He stops, teetering just a couple of inches from his desire. "Beg me. Beg to suck my cock, shit-head!” Just having him surrender to my size and suck me off might be enough fun by itself, but I really want him to beg for it. I want his own words to prove to him that he's given himself to me and that now I own him. Words that will stick in his mind forever. I want him to always remember how he begged me to let him suck my cock. That way he can never again think he's straight. No, no. He'll always remember begging to suck my cock! I guess he somehow senses this, because he just stops. He doesn't say anything, although he keeps jerking off like mad and keeps drooling over my cock. This is fine with me. I'll have him begging quick enough.

"Just look how big it is," I say. "Just look how fucking big it is. Usually they only get about half this long, and, oh, maybe a quarter this massive. But this one's special. Real special, don't you think?" I bend over slightly. "See, it's so long I can rub the head on my nipples." Still holding my baseball-bat cock just at the base, I rub the head around one of my nipples, and then the other. Then I slowly run my right index finger up and down the length. "Just look how long it is. It's just about a foot, you know. But then you can see that, can't you." His eyes are bugging out. His tongue is hanging out. His mouth is drooling. He keeps jerking. Then I loosely wrap my fingers around my huge shaft, only it's so thick that my fingers can't quite make it all the way around. I started to move my loose hand up and down, in a parody of jacking off. "And just look how thick it is. It's so thick I can't get my hand around it. Can't you just imagine this monster filling up your mouth?" That does it. He breaks. There's nothing left of him.

"OK, OK. Please let me suck it," he begs.

That makes me happy. Now he's my slave. But I still want to twist the knife some more. Make him really beg for it hard, just to prove even more how bad he needs it. To prove how I'd turned him into a little fag slave-boy who lives to suck my magnificent manhood. "It's nice to hear you beg for it, but still don't know if you deserve it yet. Why don't you just watch me for a while?" I lean over, and take the head into my mouth. I start sucking real good. I go down four or five inches, then back up, so that only my head is in my mouth again. I deliberately leave a lot of saliva to run down my shaft. I really think it looks best that way--wet and juicy. Our eyes are just about level, so even though he's fixated on my cock, I can still stare him in the eye. He wants to take my place on the huge cock just sooo bad! But I won't let him. I suck on the head again so that my cheeks hollow in. Still with my eyes on his, I back off the head, and then start to lick all around it with my tongue. The drool is just pouring out of his mouth now.

I lean back a little and smile at him. I say, "Oh yeah, that sure feels good in my mouth." He's totally gone. A zombie. His balls are killing him. His dick is killing him. He needs my 11-inch man-pole more than he'd ever needed anything in his life.

I say, "Now, beg."

He pleads his best, "Oh God, please! Please, PLEASE let suck your cock!"

There's absolutely nothing left of his mind at all. He's nothing but a little piece of shit totally enslaved by my cock.

"I think you need to beg just a little harder. Maybe if you tried it on your knees."

He instantly drops off his chair onto his knees in front of me and begs some more. "PLEASE, PLEASE! Let me suck your cock! I've just got to have my mouth on your huge cock! PLEASE!"

I own him. I can make him say or do anything I want. I decide to toy with him just a little longer, just for fun. I keep giving my cock an occasional lick or two, both to keep it hard, and also to torture him with his own agonizing lust for it.

"And what about my cum? Don't you want my cum?"

"Yes, Yes. I want your cum."

"Beg me to shoot my cum down your throat."

"Please, please! Please shoot your cum down my throat."

"Say, 'I'm just a little pansy fag shit who wants to suck your great big beautiful cock.' "

He repeats, "I'm just a little pansy fag shit who wants to suck your great big beautiful cock."

"Say, 'I wish I could gulp down your wonderful man-cream more than anything in the world."

"I wish I could gulp down your wonderful man-cream more than anything in the world."

I decide I've had enough fun with that. My monster cock has, once again, proven that its unbelievable size has the power to completely, totally destroy any man I want it to, and turn him into my little cock-sucking fag slave-boy. And besides, by now I really am feeling kind of horny myself, and it would be nice to empty my balls. So, I finally let him worship the 11 inches that have destroyed him. "OK, my little fag suck-slave," I tell him. "I now allow you to put your mouth down over my cock and start gulping on it."

Whenever I finally let a guy get his cock-starved mouth on my meat, the guy always goes crazy trying to suck as much of it as he can into his mouth as fast as possible. Jones is just like any other, and he goes down on me like he's been starving for a huge cock all his life. He takes in as much as he can, about four or five inches, and then starts sucking like crazy. He's jacking his own cock harder and faster than ever. I just lean back against the wall, with my hands behind my head, and enjoy the service. Of course it's his first time down on a man, but his sucking, because he's so crazy for it, still feels pretty good. It's not a great blow job, but it's not a bad one either. His lack of experience is partially made up for by his desperation to suck in as much of my manhood as he can, and to suck as hard as he can. He's also using his tongue as much as he can too. Of course, I'm stuffing his mouth so full that there's not much room for his tongue, but in his need for my cock he does his frantic best. So, all in all, it's an OK blow job. Since I'm done completely destroying every last ounce of his being, shredding forever any idea he ever had about not wanting his mouth filled with cock, I figure now I'll just relax and wait for the pleasure of emptying my balls. Which will, of course, be down the little shit’s throat.

Just then, though, as he's frantically jerking and sucking for all he's worth, and I'm leaning back relaxing, I hear a couple of voices in the locker room. It's the other two gym teachers coming back from lunch, talking. I realize they're headed toward the office, and a really fun idea comes to me of how I could fuck over Jones one more time, but good. Not only will I get him fired, but I'll prove to him that he's now hopelessly addicted to my monster cock.

I say to him, "Hey, little faggy, guess what? I hear Ackerman and Mills coming. Yeah, there're headed this way. So, if you don't want them seeing you sucking off the cock of one of your students, you better get off me right now." He doesn't do anything except keep sucking and jerking off, of course. He's now just a little suck-off slave to my gigantic cock. His entire universe is my giant cock in his mouth and his hard-on in his hand. "Oh yeah, it wouldn't be a very pretty picture: you down on your knees, with your little hard-on in your hand, jerking off, while you've got your mouth stuffed full of an under-age cock, sucking as hard as you can. No, no, not a pretty picture at all." He looks up at me with just his eyes, so I know he hears and at some level understands, but he's helpless. All he can do is jerk and suck. His body and soul belong to my huge, gargantuan, cock-shaft. "Oh well, it looks as if you just love sucking on my big beautiful cock too much to stop, doesn't it. Well, enjoy." As he sucks and sucks, I casually reach over and wrap my towel back around my pump, because I don't want the other teachers to see it.

I'm now just about ready to shoot my load, but I hold off until the other two teachers come into the office, so they can take in the whole scene. Another thirty seconds, and they come through the door, which is my cue. I start shooting into old Jonesy, and I scream like I'm being raped or something. "Oh, oh, Mr. Jones! Oh my god! What are you doing to me? Stop! Please, stop!" And I keep unloading cum into his mouth. I generally pack a lot of spunk, so I shoot for several seconds. The other teachers just stop in their tracks and stare at us. Meanwhile, the humiliation of my jism pouring down his throat makes Jones start to shoot also. It has to be the biggest, baddest, cum of his life, too. The kind he'll never be able to forget. The kind that'll keep him from ever being satisfied with a chick again. Oh no, after a cum like that he'll be spending a lot of years cruising for another enormous cock, desperate to find one that can measure up mine.

The other two teachers start shouting something, and Jones looks over at them out of the corner of his eye, but he keep jerking off his dick and shooting all over the floor. And, of course, he keeps sucking and sucking on the 11-inch object of all his lust until I'm completely empty. He swallows as much of my cum as he can, but a lot of it still leaks out around his lips and runs down his chin. It's a pretty good cum for me, better than average anyway, so let myself enjoy it before I go back into my
little act.

Then I started screaming again, "Oh my God! Mr. Jones! What have you done?" I scream. "How could you do that to me?" At the same time I grab the towel, with my pump inside, and I pull out of Jones's mouth. Before anyone can say anything to me, I pull my shorts back over my cock, and hold the towel over the gigantic bulge. Then I run past Ackerman and Mills, and out of the room, like an innocent virgin.

When I'm just outside the door, however, I can't resist stopping to look back into the office. Jones is still on his knees, with his cum on the floor in front of him, and my cum on his face, dripping off his chin. The other two teachers are just looking down at him, shaking their heads. Since Jones can see me behind them, I take the towel out from in front on my crotch, and with my other hand, I lower my shorts down past my beautiful cock. It's now down to a nice, soft, after-cum 9 inches, still thick and juicy. So I wiggle my hips a couple of times to get it swinging back and forth, just to implant one last beautiful vision of huge cock in his pathetic little brain. I smile at him and pull my shorts back up and walk back to my locker to get dressed.

Boy, that sure was a fun lunch hour. Just thinking about it again makes my cock feel good. Not exactly horny, just a little tingly. I think it's just happy to be so big and have so much power over guys. And I just love it when my gigantic organ utterly destroys the. Especially the so-called straight ones. They never think they could ever be hot for a cock, but my incredible size always proves them wrong, no matter how hard they try to resist. Yeah, turning their brains into total mush, and getting a fairly decent blow job out of it at the same time, sure is fun. It really makes me glad I have the size I have. Yeah, I've got it, and they want it. And once I show it off to them, they want it bad, real bad. That's what gives me the power over them. It's so simple, really. I just have way too much size.

And that's the main reason I like pumping so much. Because the bigger I get, the easier it is to make a guy harden up, or make him jerk off to me, or make him suck me off. Or destroy him forever. I want to get up to 13 inches by the time I go to college. That way I know it'll be just so easy to have all the teachers on the floor begging. Begging for the chance to give me an A for me doing absolutely nothing, just so I'll let them worship me with their mouths. Begging to have their mouths and throats filled with my huge meat, even though they hate what I'm doing to them. Begging to be my little suck-off slaves. It's going to be a lot of fun. And the straighter they are, and the harder they fight it, the more fun it's going to be. Well, got to pump up now. Yeah, I just love my inches.

Frigid Girlfriend was Defrosted by Big Dick

by Standard Deviant

My girlfriend Alex was HOT -- hot looking, that is.

Athletic, graceful, a great swimmer whom I had met at the college pool. But getting her to have fun, spontaneous or passionate sex was an impossibility. I was 21, she was 18. She had only had one other lover before me, and seemed to have ZERO imagination about sex, no real desire. She was asexual, frigid. But what a beauty. Fantastic face and body, long thick dark hair down to her unbelievably sexy ass.

Her one concession was to go down on me, every morning, without fail, for about ten minutes. She did it dutifully, methodically, as if it was entirely a favor to me. No indication of any excitement on her part. No sounds from her. She did it so slowly and with such disinterest I could never cum. She didn't seem to want it at all. But there was one consolation: she had an incredibly easy time deep-throating. I was not small, at 7.5 inches (I know many exaggerate on these internet sites but I swear that is a totally accurate measurement, and while it may not sound impressive compared to the many liars who claim 13 inches, it is substantially above the average of 5.5-6 inches). And I had always wanted to see what it was like to be deep-throated, so in some degree, it was my “wish come true.” I didn't dare ask her to "do it faster" or longer or whatever. I felt like it was such a "favor" for her to do ANYTHING with me, I accepted it and was grateful for it. I genuinely moaned with pleasure and amazement over her unique deep throating talent during each session, but like I said, I never was able to cum because it was too dispassionate and too short of a time period.

One thing she would NEVER do was allow me to touch her pussy, nor did she ever seem to touch it herself. I asked her, don’t you like to masturbate? No, she had never tried it.


Well, one day one summer, everything changed.

There was a nude beach near our house. A very beautiful, natural, secluded area right in the city near our place, a college housing apartment. It was down a very steep embankment along a major river--almost a cliff, really--some 150 feet below a park. You had to climb down the precarious embankment, hanging onto roots and vines and fumbling with your feet to find rocks that wouldn't slide and send you for a serious fall. I had heard little about it except that most of the sunbathers were supposedly gay men. I avoided it for that reason, being a young homophobe. One day while walking in the park near the beach, Alex, who I felt certain did not know the reputation of the beach, said, "Let's go down there."

I thought maybe that would be the perfect thing to shake loose her uptight sexuality, seeing people who felt comfortable about nudity. Not wanting her to die of a heart attack, however, I asked, "You do know this place is supposed to be a nude beach?"

"Oh, yeah," she kind of scoffed, laughingly, as if any such thought was totally preposterous, unimaginable to someone as prudish as her. "I heard something about that but I don't believe it."

As we walked into the remote area, I began to feel a bit nervous. But within a few minutes, we were approached by a friendly, kind of gawky, skinny, tall young man maybe four years older than us in a pair of skimpy speedos hidden by a huge baggy tee shirt, and a huge grin. He said, "Hi!" and we struck up a conversation, which began to ease my nervousness about the supposed gayness of the place.

He didn't seem gay at all, at least he didn't come onto me like a lot of gay men did. He was just a very nice, immediately likable, regular guy. He invited us to his blanket and we all sat down, talked a few more minutes, and he opened a duffle bag and offered us a couple of warmish beers. We felt instantly comfortable with him and his winning smile, so decided, why not.

We introduced ourselves and I told him we were living together, boyfriend and girlfriend. I didn't perceive him as any "threat" because he was so skinny and didn't exactly have the most handsome face, but I was very protective and territorial about Alex because she was such a hot looking woman and constantly being hit on by men. And as meager as our sex life was, I didn't want to lose that morning deepthroat session, and held out eternal hope that I would be able to coax her to eventually do more. In fact, we had talked about marriage and were "engaged to be engaged."

As we began sipping, he suddenly stood up and took off his tee shirt and sandals. I thought I would seize the opportunity to show off my muscular build and assert my superiority over him by taking off my clothes, too. He stopped undressing once he was down to his speedos and squatted down to pick up his beer and take a sip. Looking out of the corners of his eyes at my crotch, I worried that maybe he was gay after all, but it seemed more like he was just being polite, letting me catch up with him. There was an element of "checking me out," too, but it didn't seem salacious. I sensed it was more like there was some other reason he wanted me to reach a state of nudity at about the same time that he did--like maybe, I thought at the time, he just wanted to be sure I was okay with stripping down all the way so he would not feel wierd about being the only one naked. I had my shirt and pants off and was in my BVD's, and reaching for the waistline about to pull them down. As he saw this, he stood back up and began to very casually strip off his bathing suit.

Both of us reached full nudity at the same moment. I hadn't really been paying attention to his crotch, but when he had stood back up I first noticed and was shocked at the size of the bulge stuffed into his speedos! The jiggling mass of flesh was just beginning to visually register with me when he pulled them down and I experienced first denial, then disbelief, at how much cock I was seeing unfold and then emerge. As they peeled off, what looked like a (very large!) spongey half-boner sort of sprang out and flopped and waggled from side to side but continued pointing downward, and his balls looked enormous as he unleashed his junk from the confines of the rather tight swimwear.

I realized that he had no "half-boner" after all. It was just that he was enormous soft--a good 7 inches long, very close to my fully erect length when I pushed the ruler into my abdomen and strained to get my whole hard-on to stick as far out as possible (and here he was, casually hanging there effortlessly matching my best length)--and much, much thicker than me, fully twice as big around soft as mine was hard!

Now I am a "grower," not a "shower." My dick is pathetically small when it is flaccid. It is so shriveled up I can't believe it. And in a situation like this, it gets even tinier, as if it is embarrassed! My first instinct was fear that Alex would now compare me to him and think I was a runt. I was very muscular and athletic, unlike this guy, and here he was with a dick that was bigger soft than mine was hard. She had only been with one other man before me and told me that the only other penis she had seen was at an erotic film festival we went to on our first date (which had misled me to expect her to be some sort of sex maniac!) in which the only actors were not at all especially well endowed. I feared she would compare me to this friendly stud and think I was inadequate. I was always a bit worried about size, probably because my best friend as a teen had been extra well hung and I had seen a lot of porn in which of course the actors tend to be pretty huge.

Well, my fears, it turned out, were nothing compared to what proceeded to happen.

I looked at her and her eyes were bulging more than our new friend's speedos had been. His name was, are you ready? Dick.

Now it dawned on me why he had paused undressing and made sure I was going to finish stripping before he did so, too. He thought I might not take off my underwear once I saw how huge he was. He knew I was competing with him and wanted to trounce my anatomical "pair of fours" in one fell swoop with his genital "Royal Flush"--his mammoth prick. He wanted to be damn sure Alex got an eyeful of both our packages, side by side, to see the comparison. He wanted to show me up!

Dick sat back now grinning more broadly than ever, almost looking like he was about to break out with laughter at at both my micro-flaccid-on and Alex's reaction and the way her eyes were unabashedly glommed onto his private--or should I say now public--parts.

On the other hand, I thought he sensed my initial territoriality about her, and as he glanced over to me I'm sure I could not disguise the utter fear on my face, the sense of defeat and being beaten by the fact that his cock was so superior to mine, and that my girlfriend was obviously mesmerized by it.

He leaned back on his arms, spread his legs apart and sighed, "What a beautiful secluded spot this is! I love to sunbathe here. No tan lines." His heavy third limb sort of slunked over his sack from one side to the other and looked like it was growing even fuller, though still mostly flaccid and pointing mostly downward. As his massive soft-on flopped to the side, his mammoth balls showed. Alex's eyes followed and her tongue crept to the corner of her mouth, then licked involuntarily several times, back and forth across her lips.

Suddenly Alex, the prude, whom I was never—and I do mean NEVER--able to get to undress even partially for a little "afternoon delight," whose ONLY protocol was to do it in the morning, when we woke up, and remain uptight as a Prussian general the rest of the day, stands up, kicks off her boots, drops her jeans, and steps out of the black full-body leotard she always wore (which were like a chastity belt at the derriere, and she wore them in order to thwart any attempt by me to reach down into her pants and attempt to entice her by getting at her genitals with my hand). She stood there, stark naked, still staring, fixated on his member, and now licking her lips in a very obvious way, at Dick's dick. “Yes,” she replied to his comment. “I can certainly see why you do need to sunbathe nude-- because you have more skin surface under your speedos than outside of them!" He laughed heartily in response and I gulped and felt my heart sink into my stomach.

Her genitals looked surprisingly different than I had ever seen them--which was not very many times, the way she was always avoiding letting me have any contact with them: visibly puffy and reddened, the swollen lips of her cunt were visibly glistening with moisture. Alex took a giant step toward him from the edge of the blanket right into the space between his spread-out feet, stopping and planting her feet spread apart so wide that they made contact with the insides of his calves, invading his "personal space" zone to the point where her somewhat open pussy, right at his head level, stared directly into his face and blatantly tempted "Just try not to want me." Looking like she had moved in to get a better view, and continuing her fixed gaze on his mammoth balls and schlong, she added, with a wicked smile and in a flirtatious tone of voice that shifted from humorous to hot: "It would be a crime to keep a cock that big and beautiful all packed up--" His dick was now curved into a semi-hard giant penis as big as any porn star I had ever seen. Alex added quickly, as if talking directly to it: "you deserve a LOT of attention!”

At this point, Dick’s dick did a world's record sudden erection into a full, raging, standing-at-full attention hard-on that reached up way past his navel, and was as big around as the beer cans we were drinking out of. I never would have thought a cock like that could go from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds, but his sure did, filling up and expanding like a water balloon being filled with a firehose. It stood out away from his body, which was even more remarkable to behold--it just simply looked way too weighty and massive to stand up that rigidly, like it was defying a hell of a lot of gravity.

It was not just a big but a beautiful cock, and it began pulsing visibly, and twitched involuntarily several times, as the smile on his face melted into a dazed look, his mouth open. I swear this is true: he literally DROOLED for a second, caught himself and closed his mouth and swallowed.

Dick wasn't the only one whose mouth was open: as Alex stood there, fixated on his gigantic, protruding, straining member, her mouth went into almost spastic, subconsciously driven motions, her tongue slathering and licking her lips in pure reflexive response to the sight of Dick's hot, beckoning phallic mega-flesh. Her tongue looked thick and wet, probing her own mouth in a more sexy, suggestive and provocative way than I ever imagined any woman could do.

What happened next paralyzed me, sent me speechless, into a confused mixture of jealous rage and sexual bliss: Alex slumped to her knees, bent over and plunged her salivating mouth down onto this perfect stranger’s outstretched, towering cock with moans and groans of lust I had never thought she was capable of uttering. Compared to the silence I elicited when she softly sucked me, she sounded like she was already half-orgasming on the first deep, hungrily sucking swallow of Dick's enormous, erect shaft. I had been with her for months, but the tones of voice that were emitting from her throat were like someone I had never heard before. She was totally at the mercy of that giant dick. A muffled squeal of delight and amazement emitted with each downward thrust until his gigantic pole reached the point where it pried its way into her hungry throat and the only sound was that of her sucking lips smacking and begging for every millimeter of dick she could possibly take in. On the way back up, she moaned with impassioned appreciation and gratitude.

Alex's head bobbed up and down slavishly, like she was unable NOT to keep sucking now that she had discovered the pure joy of a huge penis in her mouth and throat. She seemed to be possessed by its power and desirability. It was obvious from the way her whole being was focused on that big dick that she had been transformed in an instant: her idea of sex as something she could think of in any "take it or leave it" way was a thing of the past.

Her next action was even more amazing: it was like some unknown sex-crazed slut hiding deep within her was suddenly freed from its dungeon by the sight of this oversized cock. From sort of a squatting position but bending forward and basically holding up her upper body by using the now-supersized monster in her mouth as a kind of tripod prong, both hands moved to her pussy and she began rubbing her clit frantically while her whole upper body moved up and down at a pace I had never been the beneficiary of when she was with me. I mean, she was an acrobat in the way she was able to kneel but bend forward over him and balance, and use her strong abs and back muscles, moaning and slurping passionately--yes, PASSIONATELY, to my disbelief--as she chugged Dick's 10+incher deep, her head bobbing up and down, so WANTING it, unlike she had ever been with me, and a quantity of gooey saliva I had never been able to cause her to produce came pouring out over his rod, all over his balls and legs and the blanket under him, and he writhed and grimaced in ecstasy and he fought to control his urge to be milked dry by her gulping, demanding throat. Up and down, up and down, she sucked and moaned, nonstop, while fingering herself furiously. Her mouth literally gushed and bathed his cock in hot saliva, and her pussy was squirting. Between the spit-bath running out of her turned-on mouth and the cunt juices running down her legs, the slurping, squishing and smacking noises were positively obscene.

It seemed like she was having throat orgasms, her eyes rolling back into her head and her face and chest flushed bright red, her eyebrows moving in that expression that wrote plainly on her face just how totally amazed she was by the size of the cock with each stoke into and halfway out of her mouth and throat. As she shoved her head down onto it, her lips folded inside, pulled by the tight fit of the wide, thick rod she so greedily fucked her mouth on. She was sucking with true abandon. After a few dozen pumps, she would have to pull her head off of it to breathe in loud excited gasps, sounding like a sprinter who had just run the 50 yard dash, then plunge back down onto it and groan like it was all new again.

Her ability to take almost the whole length and girth of that massive, long organ was like some kind of optical illusion. Only about the bottom two inches were left over each time she plunged down. It was the thickness of his cock that made it seem impossible that she was able to go even that deep. The way her jaw opened up reminded me of a snake eating a rodent that looked too big for it to ingest. I would have thought it would hurt her, but it was so obvious she was getting off like never before, any worry I had of injury disappeared by the third or fourth bob of her head. There was a glazed look in her eye that she took on as the first minute or two passed, a look that I could only describe as triumph. She seemed like someone who was genuinely starved, and getting her first "meal" in years.

Dick was reeling. From the look of sheer ecstacy on his face, he had never had anyone who could do him this way, and he knew he was the Cock King, with this guy's girlfriend ignoring her boyfriend and succumbing to this all-powerful dick just moments after it was revealed-- and pumping her throat down onto it right there in front of her boyfriend, caring about nothing but Dick's awesome, commanding, demanding, deserving cock.

After about five minutes of this, she did something that just about made me cum, and I'm sure from how he was fighting for control Dick felt the same way. For the first moment since she had begun pumping his giant cock so rhythmically and so persistently that I thought she was going to suffer a whiplash, she finally pulled her mouth off of him, reared back her head, inhaled a deep, loud breath with a sighing noise, her eyebrows raising and her mouth forming into a delighted, evil smile as her eyes gazed and fixated on the impressive cock as it flapped back onto Dick's belly, then her hands moved from her dripping, soaked pussy to the base of his raging dick, pulled it forward, she licked her lips again, looking mesmerized by it and glancing up at Dick's face only for a second, then back at the cock which she was now stroking with one hand and holding at the base with her other hand, and PLUNGED, I mean PLUNGED down onto it--all the way, totally, to the hilt.

This time, with his entire penis literally all the way down her throat, she held it there, not bouncing her head back upward, and, still holding it deep inside her she rolled over onto her side, pulling Dick with her about as much with her clamped-on mouth and throat hanging on for dear life as with her hands. She held it...and held it...for what seemed like almost two minutes. All three of us were dead silent during the first part of this time, and almost as motionless as we were silent.

"Oh, GOD," Dick exclaimed. "THANK YOU! THANK YOU!!!"

Her eyes had been closed tight for the last couple of minutes, but she opened them as she continued holding her lips firmly around the base of that enormous dick, her chin digging against his balls and pressing her nose into his abdomen, and looked up at him and winked. Suddenly, almost involuntarily, she pulled back about halfway up his cock and opened her mouth wide, barely enough room between his huge shaft and her gaping open mouth, saliva pouring down from her lower lip, to inhale and begin panting for oxygen, first through her mouth and then through her nose, now holding perfectly still with the top four or five inches of his cock in her mouth. As she recovered, her mouth closed around him again and began visibly feeling up the thickness of his shaft and the moaning (from both of them) started up again.

The difference became obvious between how she sucked Dick and how she had sucked me--she was more FEELING his cock with her lips, mouth, tongue and throat--she was RECEIVING pleasure and totally digging his body while he benefitted from it... where with me she was TOUCHING my cock with her oral apparatus, GIVING pleasure, half-heartedly, and not feeling much in return. Now both of her hands were on the base of his dick, grasping and feeling it up, and as one of her hands moved down around his heavy balls and began massaging them, the other moved up and down the thick meat, too big for her fingers and thumb to reach around to where they touched.

At this point, something happened I never would have thought possible: with both hands wrapped around Dick's demanding cock, while no longer touching herself or being touched, Alex CAME. Between the screams emitting from her throat and the sucking, smacking sounds as she gobbled, licked, kissed and worshipped Dick's cock, her hands moved back down to her pussy and she thrust several fingers from both hands into her now gaping, drenched hole.

That did it for me. I had been rock hard watching this but mostly hiding my cock from view, feeling completely outdone. Now I just decided, the hell with it, it's actually kind of exciting to compare and for her to prefer the big cock so much, so I started jacking, and came faster than I ever had before. I was so turned on I stayed hard, and kept jacking, cumming a second time soon after.

Dick, who could no longer stand it, screamed out and poured enough gizm into her face to replenish all the fluids she was losing, and again Alex the prude amazed me by swallowing at least half of his cum, but with what looked like quarts gushing out of the sides of her mouth, which refused to let go of his prize dick. When she finally let go, out came the gasping, raspy-throated words “Thank you...thank you” over and over, back to Dick. Long gooey gobs of cum and thick saliva strung between her grateful gasps and the tip of Dick's wide, long, enormous cockhead. She was shaking, her voice was shaking. She was in cocksucker heaven.

"God, oh god, you are STILL so big," she marveled, continuing to lick and suck him clean for at least five full minutes after his spent dick finally went about half soft.

Without asking me, Alex invited Dick to return home with us and for the next three weeks we had a bizarre relationship in which she virtually ignored my cock and made it clear she had no more interest in me, and couldn't get enough of his and had no compunction whatever about worshipping him right in front of me, almost as if I wasn't there, but I think both of them really got off on the fact that I was, and all the implications that went along with the situation.

There was only one bedroom, so we slept together, them in her bed and me in mine right next to hers, but now every morning instead of servicing me reluctantly, I woke up to the sounds of her sucking Dick passionately and gratefully next to me, and I jacked off while I watched the "live porn show."

No longer did she limit her sexual activities to once a day, ten minutes in the morning. The morning session alone now lasted about 45 minutes to an hour, as she mastered the art of teasing Dick's cock to keep him from cumming too soon, so she could luxuriate in his awesome genital splendor, sucking, backing off, admiring, squeezing, licking, kissing, almost making him shoot, whapping it against his belly playfully... it went on and on, with Alex hypnotized by the monstrous phallus.

We were on summer break and Dick had just been laid off from his job so had noplace to go, so the three of us then took our morning exercise, with Alex showing off her catch by taking Dick by the hand at the pool, which always breathed just enough stimulus into his flaccid junk to where Dick's enormous bulge was the object of every woman's eye there, some of them stopping in mid-lane to stand and stare unabashedly--a fact which Alex bragged about frequently while she was back at our place, sucking, backing off periodically to catch her breath and admire the beauty and awe of Dick's monster cock between her marathon face-fucks on his pampered penis.

Back home, by mid-afternoon Dick's dick was able to entice her into what I had always wished for but never could get--spontaneous, lust filled sexual attention from Alex, who, as soon as she sensed he had recovered from the morning and had a full load restored to his balls, would proceed to empty them again with her throat. Alex was on Dick's cock morning, afternoon and night... and though we both lost her to an even bigger hung stud a few weeks later, who she moved in with, those were the hottest three weeks of my life.

I had been a TOTAL homophobe before my ex girlfriend Alex had brought Dick home from the nude beach with us and became his --or should I say his cock's-- personal 24/7 size worshipper. Oh, I had ALWAYS been fascinated by the SIGHT of big penises in porn and in the shower at the college gym, but I couldn’t imagine touching a guy. So when Alex completely abandoned any interest in my own desperately needy cock the moment this awesome new alpha male entered our household, and instantly began giving him ALL the attention and NONE to me, it was with as much with awe, admiration and pure lust as it was with envy that I watched her express her constant desire for Dick's massive ten-inch prick--a desire she had NEVER had for my more-than-adequate but less-than-stunning 7.5 incher. Her desire for his giant tool never waned, but only continued to intensify, grow and unfold with each hot, saliva-and-cum-drenched session they had, right out in the open, in MY apartment, right in front of me.

My initial protests to Alex when I had her off to one side that first afternoon, "Why are you doing this to me!" and "What am I supposed to do about it, I can't make my cock bigger!" were met with a calm,matter-of-fact, "Well, what am I supposed to do about it, either?!!" from her. "After all," she explained, "I can't help it that his giant cock turns me on so much that I can't keep my eyes, hands or mouth off of it. Just LOOKING at Dick's cock makes me cream! It’s only natural. I can’t deny it. I can’t resist it. You always wanted me to be more sexual, didn’t you? Don't take it so personally!"

The other tactic I attempted, asking her, "Doesn't it hurt your throat to take that huge thing so deep?" only brought the carefree retort, "Heck, no! I love the challenge." It came so quickly I knew she really meant it, and wasn't saying it just to take a dig at me, though her aloofness about it certainly contributed to the fact that it stung like a taunt. That first morning after the night he moved in, the three of us at the breakfast table naked as jaybirds (Dick, of course, with his chair pulled back from the table and his legs wide open to welcome a constant viewing by all), she joked about how sore her jaws were while trying to chew granola. "Wow," she complained, touching her fingers to her jaw, "I can hardly chew." But she quickly added, gazing at Dick's humongous package, reddened and distended from her obsessive oral attention, which had continued all night since the preceding afternoon, and looking up at Dick's face just long enough to wink, then back down to where they usually were focused--glued to his commanding cock: "Don't worry--I like it! It hurts in a good way! I can't wait til I get more practice building up my jaw muscles!" Naturally, it was only a matter of seconds before his towering penis sprang up on cue and she was kneeling on the cool kitchen floor, working out her mouth muscles, and his big love muscle, again...

I felt certain that a big part of what got her to scurry to Dick's dick, in addition to the obvious erect size of it, was how much of a constant "shower" he was, and how easily he got huge and stayed huge. It had the effect of compelling women to immerse their orifices onto his organ like a powerful erotic electromagnet. I could get pretty big with some work, but I never STARTED big, in fact I looked small when soft, and my cock wouldn't stick out far until the base was pushed against. Alex would take one look at Dick's extreme shower from across the room and dash to service him: "Oh, you NEED me again, don't you, big boy?!" It must be great to have a "confident cock," I thought. He KNOWS that if he gets hard, it will be impossible for women to resist. My dick, on the other hand, was always sort of introverted--hiding out, embarrassed, shy because it needed to be worked on so much to achieve its full size. With a cock like his, how COULDN'T you be an exhibitionist??? The rewards were constant! And he knew it!

My last few futile efforts to get her to plant her mouth on my 7.5-incher "just one last time" and get a few last strokes out of her amazingly wide mouth and accomodating throat only brought the same reaction she had always given me when I had attempted to get her to have sex outside of our appointed morning sessions: "Silly boy!" That's all she ever said, "Silly boy." Cold as ice. The brush-off was impenetrable. Totally oblivious to my needs, and uncompromising about doing ONLY what SHE wanted. She had always frustrated me; now she was driving me nuts! My final shot was to suggest maybe it would be fun for her to compare our two cocks (by which I meant, side by side, by sucking mine a little and then his). To this she replied, "What do you think I've been doing?!--and why do you think I can only suck Dick's cock, now! Once I got a taste of that monster... I mean, not that you're small, but compared to you he is just SO big...mmmmm, yummy." She smiled and held both her hands up in front of her face and pantomimed like she was holding his huge cock there and opened her mouth into a wide "O", looking like she was in sheer heaven pretending she was taking it in and out, making love to that massive shaft, closed her eyes and sighed in ecstasy. "Sorry, Babe, but Dick's ten-inch just OWNS me now! The way I can 'throat, he DESERVES me." It was Silly Boy versus Big Boy, and it was no contest.

I had to admit that the whole situation between her and him and the fact that they had just moved right in on me to use my place for their unbridled lust turned ME on more than “normal” sex with her ever had, too. But at first I thought it was just her reaction to his dick that turned me on, not Dick's cock itself. The way she openly flaunted her desire for him right in front of me. The way his dramatically bigger cock had turned her in the blink of an eye from a prudish, uptight icicle into a hormone-raging, cock-crazed slut who couldn't get enough.

Over those three weeks that she constantly went for his crotch, either gratefully succumbing to his constant parade of unabashed exhibitionistic boners or pulling his hyper-fluxed wang out and quickly coaxing it hard, she never ceased to gasp and marvel at its size, waving it around, obviously entranced by it, studying and admiring it, licking the underside, flicking her tongue around the head, cooing and babying it, reassuring it of her love and her lust for it, talking directly to it in loving whispers, obeying its every need. Dick just kicked back, tucked his arms behind his head, and took it all for granted. She petted it, nibbled alongside the swollen shaft, jacked it, used both hands to pull the thick outer flesh down and pushed against the base to make it stand out as far as it could, delighted at the spectacle, then gave into its magnetic pull, licking, kissing and mouthing it. She constantly stared at his crotch between sessions, then when she sensed he was ready again immediately and constantly sucked and slurped and kissed and caressed and stroked and serviced his deserving dick, never relenting until he was completely satisfied and bone dry, her swallowing every spurt, splotch and drop or bathing her face and tits in his thick white cum.

The way she carried on, the combination of envy and vicarious thrill that I felt for both of them was overpowering. I simultaneously imagined what it would be like if I had a cock like Dick's--what it would be like to be able to provoke that kind of instantaneous acceptance and sexual lust and constant attention from a beautiful woman, without any need to "work for it", how I could give so much pleasure to her that she couldn't keep her hands and mouth off of it, but to have it be totally sincere and heartfelt DESIRE on her part--and at the same time I empathized with how hot it was for Alex to have now suddenly found what it took to turn her crank, to blow her skirt, to ring her chimes... to cause her to moan and salivate and orgasm repeatedly just from feeling the super-sensational pressure and mass and length and thickness of his super endowment sliding deep in and out of her gaping, grateful mouth and throat, often without even touching herself, as the intensity of feeling the thick base of that enormous shaft sent waves of passion through her whole being to the point where she couldn't help but cum, even without any contact to her drenched, gaping pussy. It was obvious from the look of adoration she had for his body that it was not just the “meat” aspect, but the symbolism, how much it represented desirability and masculinity to be that incomparably hung. What sent me over the edge most was her ability to take the whole ten inches to the hilt, and imagining how great that must have felt for him!

Well, I discovered when she left that I must have been identifying with Alex more than I realized, because the night she left us both, it wasn't long before I found myself taking her place as Dick's devoted cock-slave.

It was on a Friday night. Dick and I had an uneasy sort of alpha male/beta male friendship by the end of the first week he was with us. It was clear by then Alex was never going to touch my cock again, and my initial anger and fear and frustration had been transformed into sheer jackoff frenzy which I resigned myself to completely by Day Two, watching them or reliving in my mind the last “show” or anticipating the next one. I must have blasted off loads more than five times a day every day for the entire first week, and at least two or three times a day following that. I no longer begged or pleaded with her nor asked her why she now refused coldly to "help me out" but instead just gave in to the obvious fact that a bigger penis is more exciting, more satisfying, more stimulating, and had one thing that an average sized cock didn't: it was IRRESISTABLE. The whole thing was so provocative, I couldn’t keep from jerking off in response to it. I thought of it as the world's hottest porn show, and found that I enjoyed it even more than having her suck me!

I now accepted the superiority of Dick’s dick as an indisputable fact.

Anyway, that last night she lived with us, Alex had wandered off at about 4 p.m. and stayed out way too late, failing to show up until 2:30 am, just when Dick and I were about to call the police to check accident reports. This was unheard of because she had become truly addicted to his penis, literally never being able to go more than a few hours without it. Unlike when it had been just she and I, she called Dick constantly if she had to be out of the house for more than a couple of hours. He was still on unemployment and I was taking summer break, so we were there together all the time. Alex was only gone for three hours in the early afternoon, when she worked a PT job.

Dick, ever the nudist, often stayed in the buff, that awesome organ swinging in the breeze, until shortly before she would return home, when he would put some sweatpants or jeans on, I think mostly so Alex would have something to open or take off, making the unveiling part of the sex act. When she would phone in to him, I knew it was her by the way his eyes glazed over and by the fact that his pecker would rise up in that inimitable "instant hardon" he would get. I picked up the extension a couple of times, listening to her telling him how she couldn't wait to get home to "have" him again...It didn't surprise me that she was so addicted to his cock, though, or that she worshipped him for it so, because it also never ceased to amaze me how surprising it was to see how beautiful his size was or how huge it got. Every time I saw his flaccid cock, I was amazed at how big it was and could not take my eyes off of it. But every time I saw it hard, I was even more amazed. You just never get used to the surprise involved.

She would be on the phone asking him, "Are you all hard and big for me? I can't wait to suck you again. I want to suck your big cock the second I get home. You deserve it. You have what I want. You have what I need. You have what ALL girls need. I love the way your dick is so big, how it reaches all the way down my throat. I love what a challenge it is to take every inch down and suck your balls dry. Nobody ever turned me on like you do, Dick..." I was amazed Dick would never jack off from this, though he would grab hold of the base and hang on to the fully extended protrusion while she teased him. I know he wanted to save his loads for her, but sometimes her words were so hot, I would have thought he might have blown involuntarily!

It was just that Thursday, the night before Alex left, that I found myself wondering what it would be like to actually touch Dick’s cock, instead of just admiring it from a few feet away. In the past, I had totally blocked any such thoughts. The few times they began entering my mind, I caught myself and diverted the direction of my thinking from them. I had always been completely happy to let Alex take care of the experience and remain outside of it, vicariously basking in the radiant sexual energy that was half-roasting me as I took in the visual miracle before me. No porn show had ever come close to this.

It was that Friday night that Alex came home so late, with another tall, geeky looking dude, this time blonde and with flushed pink cheeks. “Alex! Where WERE you!!” we both exclaimed. It took her about ten minutes to brusquely brush off our concern and ask us to leave her and her new friend alone. Long story short, she told us he was “even bigger” than Dick, in fact “almost as big as you two put together,” and she was going to move in with him. They kissed passionately and said good night, she slept on the couch and got up early to get her things together, and her new friend arrived in the morning with a U-Haul trailer and whisked her away.

During the night, Dick slept in his usual place, in Alex’s bed next to me. I wanted to say, “Now you have an idea how I felt when you moved in,” but the conversation went in a much more productive direction, instead. HE offered the sentiment to ME. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” he began. He moved over next to me and put his arm around me, squeezing my shoulder in a buddy-buddy way. “If I had thought you wanted to, I would have invited you to join in with us. But it seemed like you were enjoying watching us. Did you ever want to join in? Was the reason you never did because Alex didn’t want you to?”

His sincerity melted my heart and I reached around and put my hand on his back. I was surprised at how good his body felt, what a difference between looking and feeling. He was warm and had a kind of "cute" feeling because he was skinny, which negated some of the superiority of his cock--I had forgotten how I was more muscular than him, and wondered if he liked it. If I had consciously thought about it, I would have assumed he would never find me attractive because his cock was so much bigger, and therefore better than mine, how could he find me appealing with that relatively little thing? What would I have to offer him "in return" for what he could give me? Certainly if he was with a male partner, he would want someone hung like him. But then in an instant I wondered if my muscular body would sort of compensate in his mind. After all, he liked Alex, and she didn't have a big cock! I flashed back to the fact that we met at a supposedly gay beach, and got a rush in my balls considering the possibility that maybe he secretly wanted ME, all along, but knew I wasn't ready...

The whole thing with Alex seemed too ridiculous for me to be bothered by it again, but I wondered about Dick’s feelings. “How about you? Are you devastated?”
Dick looked down at the floor, a kind of blank expression on his face. For a moment, I really thought he was about to cry. A demonic look crept upon his face as he looked back up and gleefully grinned his famous grin.

“Hell no,” he laughed. And we both broke up laughing, hoping Alex would hear.
He got up, slammed the bedroom door and locked it, and returned to bed. I was still sitting there, laughing my guts out now. I felt like talking with him more, but he said, “Let’s just go to bed.” When he then pulled off his pants and stood with that massive cock and balls hanging a few inches from me, I expected him to flop down onto his bed and go to sleep. Instead, he began massaging his junk and the already large, familiar basket of goodies grew and swelled and became part-hard. He was closely studying my face, slightly apprehensive but looking like he was awaiting some kind of confirmation on my part…sort of a look like he was hoping for some particular response, but I wasn’t sure what. I wondered if he was just “putting on a show” for me, perhaps a grand finale, knowing that I had enjoyed watching his dick those past three weeks…My mind filled with questions of just what his angle was, I didn’t want to assume anything for fear of a very embarrassing outcome. It would be such a radical shift in the relationship, I was afraid to make the assumption that I hoped for.

As I looked back down at his now outwardly-straining equipment, now I could no longer doubt that it was Dick’s cock itself, not just the two of them “performing” in front of me, that was piquing my testosterone levels, because my own cock was becoming rigid in rapid response to the sight of his. The realization that yes, he really was offering to feed that awesome cock to me now finally set in. At first I sort of hid it, but as his dick jumped and twitched and rose majestically to full mast in a matter of 15 seconds, he seemed to be pointing it directly toward my lips and subtly swaying his hips forward as if to entice me to “take it!”, I took hold of my cock and squeezed. I was afraid to touch his, but knew I wanted to not only hold it with my other hand but find out what all the sensation was about with my mouth, lips, tongue and throat, as I had seen Alex do so many times, as well.

The new perspective of Dick’s monumental penis introduced me to a whole new flood of feelings and ideas about both his erotic gift and his self as a person. I had never seen that exact view, so close up, of the giant, wide, solid looking thick head and gaping, glistening hole. My amazement at the bulging mass and volume of that smooth, squarish, muscular head—a head that was almost half as long as my entire cock, and the feeling of him wanting me to have it, were mind boggling. I felt this warm sense of gratitude and a whole new feeling of appreciation for Dick as a generous, giving person who wasn’t just seeking gratification or blowjobs, but who was happy to share his awesome gift with me. At first my long term homophobic habits made it so hard for me to imagine this was really happening, I resisted admitting how much I wanted. “I can’t,” I told him, “I just couldn’t…I mean, I just can’t…” But then as he pressed the length of his long, hot, wonderful cock against the side of my face, and then raised it up and rubbed the impressive underside across my lips, nose, forehead, finally bringing that immense head down and tapping it on my chin slowly and smiling broadly, tap, tap, tap, tap… I finally finished my sentence with a resigned laugh in my voice, “I just can’t…say no.”

My mouth opened and I felt my head lunging forward to suck, suck, suck and he gently shoved the long thick shaft deep into my mouth and he moaned as appreciatively as he had with Alex so many times as my hot, wet mouth wetted the immense area of skin as it entered. “Oh, yeah!” he shouted, “SUCK MY COCK!” At first I wondered if he was just doing it for Alex to hear, but then I realized if that was all he wanted, he would have suggested we pretend we were having noisy sex, not actually fucked my face. I took hold of the base of his awesome mega-cock with my free hand, and, upon experiencing the utter amazement of the contrast between my own circumference in one hand and his bulging, unbelievable girth as I discovered I was unable to completely close the fingers and thumb of my large, male hand around it with the other, combined with the overwhelming fleshy sensation of the giant pole thrusting into and out of my mouth, feeding me with sensation, I felt a shudder of sexual energy that started in the base of my throat and ripped through my chest, my whole torso and down into my dick, which was harder than I had ever felt it before, and heard a loud, involuntary moan emit from my throat.

The feeling in my mouth was like nothing I had ever experienced, and so much more intense than even what my vivid imagination had thought Alex had been experiencing all those times, I felt nothing but pure joy at the discovery. In a way, the sensation reminded me of “pigging out” because the sensation of having my mouth so filled was so extremely rich. It was so—well, sensational. I now found out firsthand why Alex’s mouth salivated so profusely when she held this monster in her lips, or even as she approached and anticipated sucking it. I also suddenly found out how she could cum without touching herself just from the extreme thrill of experiencing a cock like this.

My emotions see sawed all over the place, between still not quite believing I was capable of indulging in a sex act with a male, and not being able to believe he as a male would want to actually do this with me as another male, and thinking about how it felt even better than it looked, and wondering about Dick’s emotions and feelings and thoughts about me. I knew I would NEVER have done this with a guy whose penis was average or small, but that his awesome size gave me permission to want him—in fact, made it impossible not to. I thought, every male in the world would become bi if they admitted to themselves how superior a big cock like Dick’s was, and if they also had the opportunity to service someone like him. My prevailing thought was one of privilege—how lucky I was to be given this chance to experience a cock so awesome, and how magnanimous he was to give it to me. I felt like I had won the sexual lottery. As my mind swooned, I hoped he would want to just keep standing there in front of me, fucking my face forever.

The last thing I cared about or wanted was reciprocation. The position we were in--him feeding his dick to my grateful mouth--seemed perfectly right. This is where he bowled me over, literally. As I sucked away, moaning and swallowing as deeply as I could, gagging several times as I attempted to deep throat him before I was at all ready or knew how, I had almost forgotten about my own cock. I had both hands around the base of his, forgetting my own genitals and feeling up the massiveness of it the way I had so often seen Alex do.

Without pulling out of my face, he gently maneuvered me to lie back onto the bed and positioned himself over me in a 69 position. With me on my back and him on top of me, my head was pinned down with his boned-up ten-incher, but he was fucking my mouth just deep enough, just fast enough, like he could read my mind--giving it to me just the way I wanted it--and I wanted it bad! I loved the idea that he was using me to service this awesome prize dick. I felt honored and my juices were running. I started to wonder, hmm, how do guys do it? Does the smaller guy let the bigger guy cum first, then jack himself off? With men, I would think the first to cum would be too tired to finish the other one off. I decided I wanted to let him cum because, after all, he was the alpha male! His cock DESERVED to cum first, naturally. I reached around his slender hips with both arms and hugged to signal my acceptance and hope he would get the message that I loved the way he was fucking my face and would take his sperm gratefully. I had no need for him to do anything but continue feeding me, it was all I really wanted. But he took my straining penis into his mouth and easily swallowed the entire length of it as effortlessly as my ex had always done. After a few minutes of utter ecstasy, he pulled his mouth off of me for a second and directed me: “Don’t make me cum this time. “I want to get YOU off.”

I began to object, but couldn’t lift his dick out of my mouth, I was essentially trapped by it. His hips came to a halt. He stopped grinding and stroking his huge long dick in and out, and just pushed in deep enough so that I could still breathe, came to a complete stop, and held it there.

I felt disappointed. Maybe he isn't the perfect mind-reading lover I thought he was, after all, I thought. I hadn’t thought about having him cum in my mouth but now that he had mentioned it, I really wanted to have the experience. Just the thought of it was so hot, I was losing control. Just as I was about to lose it in anticipation of his hot gizz shooting down my throat, he had turned the tables on me and I felt sort of a mixture of betrayal and puzzlement.

To make matters worse, he interrupted blowing me once again to pull his mouth off of me and I wondered what he was doing. "What now?!!" I thought, "What a tease!"

But he had a reason: “You can suck me off again in the morning,” he promised. “Right now just hold me in your mouth and feel me, and tomorrow when you’re up again, you can make me blow. I don’t want to cum right now. Trust me and please accept it." Then he ordered, "I want you to cum in my mouth now.”

As his head came back down onto my dick I couldn’t believe how good he was at sucking me off, and how easy it was going to be to cum with him. He knew exactly what a male needed. Everything about the tempo, the stroke, the amount of pressure, the timing, the responsiveness to my dick's desires--he knew just how to "push all the right buttons." He gave perfect head. No woman I had ever been with came anywhere close in skill and knowing just what I was feeling, and responding accordingly to make it feel even better. And better, and better. I knew I was very, very close to exploding. Holding his hips still and letting me just salivate and feel the massiveness of his shaft was in a way even hotter than when he was moving in and out. As good as he was at fellating me, it was still not his big talented mouth, enveloping my near-climaxing prick, but his monster penis pushing out the sides of my cheeks and filling my whole head that was sending me over the edge.

What a prince, I thought. Wow, how sweet, how nice, what a generous, giving, lover, so much kinder than the cruel witch bitch out snoring on the sofa. All the worries I had felt about not being able to give him enjoyment because I was smaller than him were allayed by his reassuring actions. Although I truly wanted to suck him and truly didn't care if he did me, he started off with this demonstration of his empathy and generosity, and I was deeply moved. But all I REALLY wanted was for him to lie back and be the Cock King, the Alpha Male, and to let ME blow HIM. It gave me a thrill to think of getting NO reciprocation--to acknowledge the supremacy of his mammoth cock. As my mind shifted from the feeling of the great blowjob I was receiving back to the feeling of his thickness and the density and mass of his cock, where I really wanted my attention to be, I marveled at the neverending feeling of surprise at the gigantic cock that he was now holding almost motionless in my mouth, allowing me feel how enormous he was and to continue sucking and sizing him up with my mouth but not stroking in and out, so he could avoid ejaculating.

He lifted his head and used his hand with equally perfect skill just long enough to say, “I want you to let me blow you to completion this first time, because I know that once you start sucking my cock every day, you might get too cock-crazy to let me reciprocate as often as I would like.” The revelation that I was going to get to worship on a regular basis the awesome dick that was now in my mouth —that he was going to give me this incredible gift again and again in the days and hopefully weeks and months to come—and the implication that he knew I would want to lay him back and concentrate on his awesome phallus in exactly the way he suggested, and would let me do it that way, was more than I could handle. As his mouth plunged back down onto my craning penis, with every bit of my attention focused like never before on the power and meaning of that big, beautiful massive shaft that was filling my mouth, and the anticipation of having him again and again and again, I shot about four loads-worth in one heaving, streaming series of powerful bursts of orgasmic nirvana. Starting tomorrow, I would get what I wanted by giving him what he needed and deserved.

Dick milked me dry, finishing me off by swallowing every drop and then holding me just the right way for just long enough to have had a perfect orgasm, and cleaned me up like a mother cat. I fell asleep with his dick in my mouth, and the next morning he kept his promise to let me start blowing him. I now understood why he made me wait: he wanted me to build up my desire to the point where I would swallow it all: every inch of his cock, every drop of his cum. He also wanted to build up such a huge load that I would be sure to cum right along with him as I chugged on each colossal spurt of hot jizz as it came streaming out of his huge, potent, powerful balls. The next three months, my new roommate kept his promise to let me suck and worship his awesome cock every chance we got…

Danny's Dick

by Zot57

Too Small

I guess that I could be the poster boy for "Size Does Matter." It's
tough when you're a freshman in high school and you're not developing
as fast as the other guys. Well, maybe that's not completely true. In
terms of height and weight I'd guess that I'm about average. But when
it comes to what's really important to a guy, I'm kind of on the small
side -- like my dick is only a little more than 1" long.

Now it's not like I have all these girl friends so that I get a chance
to use it a lot, but it's kind of hard to hide it from the other guys
at school -- at least the ones in the same section of gym class. I go
to an older school in the city and the gym is in the basement. Off of
one corner of the gym is the locker room -- rows and rows of lockers,
with wooden benches for us to sit on when we are dressing and
undressing.

At the opposite corner of the gym are the showers -- you go down a
corridor and a half flight of stairs to get to two large rooms with
nothing in them except for rows of shower heads along the walls. If
you keep on going down the stairs for another couple of flights you
get to the swimming pool. So when you're getting into your gym
clothes, or in the showers, or going back to the locker room, the
other guys have ample chance to check out your "equipment." Well, I
don't mean that we all walk around with rulers or anything, recording
each others measurements, but it's kind of natural to kind of "look
someone over" the first time that you meet them.

I guess that I should also mention that in the pool, they don't want
us to wear swim trunks -- supposedly the lint clogs up the filters or
some chicken-shit reason like that. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago the
coach had us down in the pool and was demonstrating some different
strokes. He asked if anyone knew the backstroke and before I thought,
I stuck up my hand. "OK Danny, jump in and show us", he said. So I
jumped in and swam from one end of the pool to the other. About half
way across, I realized that everyone was looking at me and most of
them were smiling. That's when I realized that my tiny little prick
was sticking up in the air and wobbling back and forth as I stroked
across the pool. Well, if the whole class didn't know what my problem
was before, they sure did now!

Even though it's small, it's fully functional -- like I don't have any
problem jerking off -- and I sure do that every chance I get! For
awhile I was hoping that if I jerked off a lot, that it might make it
bigger -- but no luck. I've seen some pictures of guys jerking off
before -- like the guys are always downloading them on the computers in
the school library. Someone even set one as the computer's wallpaper
once so that whenever you booted up the machine, the background on the
monitor was a picture of a guy jerking off into another guy's mouth.
Boy did the librarian get pissed about that!

But anyway, when those guys do it they're wrapping their whole hand
around their cock and there are still a couple of inches of it
sticking out beyond their hand. When I jerk off, I just have to hold
it between my thumb and forefinger. And even when I stroke it back and
forth it doesn't seem to get any bigger. But it sure does feel good,
and as they say: "Practice Makes Perfect" -- so I practice a lot!

The only real problem that I have is when I take a leak. And even then
it's usually not a problem as long as I take time and aim carefully.
But when it's like cold, and my dick shrinks up, it can be a problem.
The school's really cheap on heating so in the wintertime the locker
room is pretty cold, and the water in the showers isn't that warm at
all. So one day as I was getting out of the showers and heading back
to the locker room I had to pee really badly. When I got up to the
urinal however, my cock had shrunk up so much that I couldn't really
grab it and when I started to pee it began to run down my leg. What I
finally ended up doing was putting my hand down below it, peeing into
my hand, and letting the piss drop from my hand into the urinal. That
was really embarrassing but at least nobody saw me. After that, if I
have to take a leak, I make sure that I do it in the showers and just
let it run down my leg -- nobody ever notices.

I even checked out those products that guarantee that they'll make
your penis larger. You know the ads: "We Guarantee 4" in 3 Days Or
Your Money Back!" One of them was like, this tube that you slipped
over your dick and then some kind of bulb thingie that sucks the air
out of the tube -- that looked really gross! I finally ordered one of
the products that was billed as "100% Natural Botanical Cream." When I
opened the box I was kind of disappointed. Seems like for $24.95 plus
shipping they could have sent more than what was about the size of one
of those teenie sample tubes of toothpaste. Anyway, I put the cream on
my cock. HOLY SHIT! It burned! I washed it off but for a couple of
days afterward my whole crotch was all red and itchy. At home and at
school I kept squirming around, trying to find a position that would
reduce the itching. One night my mother told me that I was making her
so nervous with all my "jumping around" that I should either tell her
what was wrong or leave the supper table. Yeah, sure Mom, I'm going to
tell you about how I want this really big cock? Jesus, I wanted to
make my dick bigger, not to burn it off. That was a waste of money

Usually the guys don't bother me about it. Well, they know but they
don't say anything. Except for Joe. Joe is kind of my opposite, like
he's hung like a horse. I'd guess that he's got to be over 6" long,
and it's big around, and his crotch is full of heavy black hair. One
thing about Joe -- he's not shy about it. After he got out of the
shower today, he ran from the showers, across the gym, to the locker
room, naked. All the time he's yelling like Tarzan and his big cock is
flapping back and forth. Half way across the gym floor he jumps up on
one of the hanging ropes and climbs up, giving his Tarzan yell, and
with his huge dick sticking straight out. Like I said, NOT SHY.

Anyway, Joe keeps calling me: "Danny weenie, little peenie" and that
really bugs me.

Now outside of gym my problem isn't as obvious but with most of the
guys, their "package" shows through their tight jeans. With me there's
no package to show. It's gotten so that when I get dressed in the
morning I'll usually stuff an extra sock into my Jockey shorts to fill
them out a little more. It's not like I want to walk down the halls at
the school with a huge bulge in my crotch -- that would be really
stupid -- but at the same time I don't want to look completely "empty."

Some Improvement

I guess some guys are "late bloomers." As I got into the beginning of
my sophomore year things started to improve. Like it wasn't that I
woke up some morning and overnight I had grown this huge penis, but I
noticed that it seemed to be slowly getting bigger over the summer,
and by the time school started in the fall, it was about 3" long. Now
it's still nothing to brag about but I notice that I'm not getting as
many stares from the guys. And when I go to jerk off I can now get my
whole hand around it. Plus, I don't have to worry about stuffing a
sock into my underwear to fill it out.

Maybe masturbating really did cause it to get bigger. I'll have to
work on that more often. HA!

Things continued to "improve" during my sophomore year -- if you get
what I mean. By the end of the school year I was now a good 5" long.
Joe gave up on the "Danny weenie, little peenie" bit. And I'm not
getting any stares from the other guys any more. I wouldn't say that
I'm quite up into Joe's category yet but at least I'm at least as big
as the other guys -- and in fact, bigger than a few of them.

When I put on my jeans these days I have a noticeable "package." One
of the things that I never had to worry about before was how I "hung"
-- like there wasn't much to worry about. But now I have to decide
where I want to put my dick when I get dressed. Once I tried just
folding it back between my legs -- pointing toward my ass. The only
problem was that every time I walked past a girl with a good set of
knockers it would start to get hard and that was pretty painful. So I
usually point it toward the left and up a little -- you can see the
outline of it a little through my jeans. Just for the heck of it I
sometimes slip my left hand into my pocket and stroke it a little
through the fabric till it gets hard. Once that happens, it's really
noticeable through my jeans.

Now the style in jeans at school these days is to get the prewashed
kind -- the ones that are sort of halfway in color between the dark
blue natural jeans, and the very light blue, bleached jeans. I've
begun to notice that with my bigger cock in the same location in my
jeans all the time that the fabric is wearing a little more over that
area. Like it's not tearing a hole in my jeans or anything like that,
but I think that the bulge is just causing the fabric to stretch or
rub against things a little more. Anyway, what's happening is that
that I not only have a noticeable bulge in my crotch, but the fabric
in that area is lighter in color which further emphasizes my package.

I LOVE my sophomore year!

And More

Over the summer between my sophomore and junior years, my equipment
continued to improve. It's now almost 7" in length, and when I jerk
off I can hold it with both hands now -- when it's hard it's truly
massive!

The first couple of times that we took showers after gym, I could tell
that the guys were really impressed with the size of my member. In my
freshman year, I used to try to find a dark corner of the shower room
where there weren't many other guys nearby. And I'd face the wall and
try to shower as fast as I could. These days I face the center of the
shower room and take my time showering. I use a kind of soap that
really lathers up a lot and I take a long time soaping up my crotch,
and then I'll hold my penis out in front of me with one hand while I
lather it up with the other hand. I want to make sure that the other
guys have ample time to be impressed by my size. When it's time to
rinse the soap off, I'll still face the center of the room, back into
the stream of water from the shower head, and gently sway from side to
side as my huge cock swings back and forth. Nice show.

I did have a problem in the Boy's Lavatory the other day. (Yeah, they
still call them that at my school. I told you it was old, didn't I?) I
had to take a piss between classes so I went up to the wall urinal,
unzipped my fly, and let my cock out. I haven't had to worry about
holding it carefully to aim it for some time now, so I usually just
let it burst free of my jeans, hang down toward the urinal and "let
go." This time however. I felt something cold on the end of my dick. I
looked down and saw that it was actually touching the bottom of the
urinal. If that wasn't gross enough, the urinals in our school aren't
the cleanest in the world. This one had several cigarette butts in it,
it looked like guys had been clearing their throat in it, and it
hadn't been flushed for a while so it had a pool of piss in the
bottom. And my cock was touching this shit! I quickly grabbed my
member, held it up off the bottom of the urinal, and took care to let
the water wash off the tip when I flushed the urinal. Since that time
I've been more careful to hold it when I take a leak.

Getting Too BIG?

During my junior year the growth continued. By the time the school
year was drawing to a close, it was close to 10" in length. Up till
now I had been pretty happy with what was happening but a 10" long
penis is getting to be kinda big. I've stopped trying to display it in
the shower and locker rooms -- like its very noticeable without me
trying to do anything to emphasize it. As we were jogging around the
track in gym yesterday, I heard this slapping sound and looked down
and saw that about two inches were of my cock were exposed below the
bottom of my gym shorts and that it was slapping against my leg as I
jogged.

I've also noticed that when I take a leak, it takes a little time for
all the pee to stop dripping out of my shaft. Like when it was
shorter, I'd just take a leak, zip up my fly, and be done with it.
Nowadays I have to take a leak, wait 5 or 6 seconds for it to stop
dripping, and then stuff it back into my jeans and zip them up. If I
don't do this then it will continue to leak into my pants and I'll end
up with a wet spot.

I also have to be careful when I sit down to take a shit. One time I
wasn't too careful and when I sat down my cock slipped out of my hands
and fell down into the bowl. As luck would have it, the previous four
or five guys who had used the toilet hadn't flushed it so I'm sitting
there with about 6" of my cock floating in this soupy mixture of piss
and shit. And to make it even worse, I realized that there was no
fucking toilet paper in the stall. About the best I could do was flush
the toilet and hope the water would wash off the worst of the mess.
Boy was that a thrill when I flushed the toilet and the water pressure
tried to suck my cock down the drain -- I'll never try that again!
Anyway, I got the biggest lumps of shit washed off my dick and I
shoved it back into my underwear and zipped up my jeans. I washed off
my hands, left the Boy's Lavatory, headed to the Nurse's office, told
her I was feeling sick, and immediately left school.

As I walked home, I could feel my dick squishing around between my
legs in the mess of crap that I hadn't been able to wash off. This
probably sounds pretty gross, but the feeling of my cock squishing
around in that slippery mess of shit actually got me kind of turned on
and my the time I got home I had a full blown erection. Luckily my
parents weren't home so I threw my clothes in the washer, ran upstairs
to the shower, jumped in, cleaned myself off, and then proceeded to
jerk off for what seemed like forever. I mean, I hadn't set out to
stick my member into a bunch of shit, but that feeling walking home
was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Just the same, I'm not going to
make a habit of this!!!!!

Like I know that I wanted a huge cock, but I guess that there's a lot
of truth in the saying: "Be careful what you wish for -- you just might
get it." A 10" long schlong presents a lot of problems. A year ago I
just had to worry about whether I wanted to stuff it in the left or
right side of my jockeys. Now I have to figure out how I'm even going
to contain it within my jockeys. For awhile I tried, like, kind of
coiling it up in front but that left a huge bulge in the crotch of my
jeans. I did find that I could bend it forward between my legs and let
it stick up the crack of my ass. But when you're sitting there with
this "thing" up your butt that feels pretty uncomfortable too. What I
finally ended up doing was going to looser pants ("full cut"), not
wearing any underwear, and just letting my dick hang down my pants
leg.

End Of The School Year

As the weather turned warmer at the end of the school year, I could
switch from jeans to these big baggy shorts that are popular now. You
know, the ones that have a drawstring at the waist and that hang down
below your knees. They cover up my penis pretty well. And since I
can't wear underwear any more, my cock just kinda swings freely back
and forth as I walk along. The feeling of it swinging in the breeze
like that is a real turn-on. I do have to be a little careful when I
sit down as sometimes the shorts will ride up a little on my legs and
you'll see its head peeking out of the bottom -- cute!

Anyway, I was jogging in the park the other day. (I don't really have
to job but I really like the feeling of my big cock bouncing back and
forth, and my balls swinging back and forth and slapping against my
legs and dick.) After awhile it started to feel really good and the
feeling only intensified as I got a real hard on. Now it's so big that
it doesn't get erect but it does stiffen up -- so there I am, jogging
in the park, with this mini telephone pole banging back and forth in
my crotch. All of a sudden I couldn't hold it any more and I came and
shot my wad on the ground. Afterward I was thinking that was pretty
easy, like I didn't have to stop, and take it out of my pants, and
then clean up afterward -- just "aim and fire." I was wondering whether
the same thing would happen if I took a leak. So I made sure that
nobody was looking and then I just relaxed and let go. A thick stream
of yellow liquid shot out of the bottom of my baggy shorts and formed
a large puddle on the ground between my feet. How easy -- no fuss, no
muss. So now whenever I have to pee, I just make sure that no one is
looking my way and let it go -- so much for the hassle of hunting up a
restroom!

A tradition at the end of the junior year is the class picnic. We take
the money we've been accumulating from fund raisers during the year
and head off on a daytrip. This year we went to the nearby Six Flags
Amusement Park. While the picnic is fun, the real fun starts after we
return late in the day. Most of the class will have prearranged to
meet at some out of the way park and continue the partying -- but this
time with booze thrown in. Well by ten o'clock at night I was pretty
wasted. The weather was hot and I was pretty sweaty from the booze.
And I was at the point where my two eyes didn't seem to want to look
in the same direction -- it helped if I closed one eye because then I
didn't have to struggle to coordinate them. So I figured that I'd take
a break and staggered over to a nearby tree. I sprawled at its base,
opened my shirt, and took advantage of the breeze. I noticed a group
of four or 5 girls a little way away -- they were giggling and
occasionally glancing in my direction. After awhile one of them left
the group and came over to me and stood looking down at me. "So Danny,
we hear that you've got some equipment that you're pretty proud of."
She said. "So?" I responded. She smiled and said: "Yeah, well we think
you're full of shit. You probably don't have anything at all." "Hey,
feel free to check it out." I said. She knelt down, not looking quite
so happy at this point since I'd taken her up on the dare. She slowly
stretched her arm toward my shorts, and placed her hand on my crotch.
As the felt my size through the thin fabric she got a look on her face
that was part awe and part horror. I think she wanted to quit at the
point but couldn't bear having her friends see her chicken out. I
stood up and looked down on her as she knelt on the ground -- her face
at the same level as my midsection. She slowly reached up and untied
the drawstring in my shorts, letting them fall to the ground, exposing
my massive member. Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped as she saw
the size of my huge cock, its sweaty surface glistening in the
firelight as it hung only several inches from her face. "How's that
for equipment honey. How would it feel to have that hot meat inside
you?" I asked her as she fell backward in fear, stumbled, got to her
feet, and ran back to her friends crying. I pulled up my shorts and
staggered off into the darkness.

More Changes

At first, during the summer between my Junior and Senior years, I
thought that things had stabilized and that I wasn't betting any
bigger. But as the summer wore on I realized that other changes were
taking place. The first was that my balls were getting bigger.
Gradually over the summer they swelled from their regular size to
about 3" in diameter. And either because of the added weight, or
because it was enlarging also, my sack (well, "scrotum" if you want to
get technical) also got larger. The result is that instead of being
right in my crotch, my large balls now hang maybe half of the way down
to my knees.

I also realized during this time that while my penis might not be
getting any longer, it was now getting thicker. Instead of being, say,
an inch or so thick, it had gradually increased in thickness to almost
3". When I jerked off earlier this year, I could hold it on one hand,
not it takes both hands to encircle it. When I jerk off now though,
WOW! Instead of shooting a couple of spoonfuls of cum, I now pump out
almost a cup and it seems like it goes on forever. GOD! This is
wonderful.

So far, I've been able to disguise the changes with baggy clothes. My
friends are kidding me that I've taken up the "skater punk" look but
that's all right, just let them keep thinking that. The funny thing is
that Joe has been fairly decent toward me. I've caught him staring at
me a couple of times and I wonder if he's guessed that the changes in
my body are continuing. He's come by my house several times and we've
just hung out, watched TV, played video games -- that kind of thing.

Toward the end of the summer, I was getting pretty bored hanging
around the house so I decided that I'd hit the State Fair. It's pretty
dumb with some of the buildings full of hucksters trying to sell you
potato peelers or floor cleaners, and other buildings full of animal
exhibits ("This Year's First Prize Rooster"). But there's lots of
different food to snack on, and a few of the rides on the midway are
decent. I ran into Joe there and we just walked around a little. Even
found a place that would sell us beer so we had a couple. After awhile
the beer had worked its way through my system and I started to feel
the need to take a leak so we headed for one of the restrooms. Why is
it that the restrooms on fairgrounds are always these gross concrete
block buildings that reek of piss, and that don't have decent urinals
but just a metal trough along one wall that you pee into?

So anyway, Joe and I went into the restroom and it was true to form --
well, maybe even a little worse than usual -- our feet kind of stuck to
the floor a little as we walked up to the metal trough. We looked at
each other and wrinkled our noses to indicate our disgust. Anyway, we
"let the lizard out" and started to relieve ourselves into the metal
trough -- all the while doing the male pretending thing. You know,
where you pretend that you're doing anything except standing next to
some guy who is holding his cock in his hand and taking a piss. You
stare at the wall and look at where somebody has picked their nose and
wiped it on the concrete blocks. Or you look at the spider working its
way down the wall. Real fun stuff. Maybe it was the beer that made me
a little careless or clumsy. But all of a sudden I heard this "splat"
sound and felt a strange wetness. I looked down and realized that my
dick had slipped out of my hands, had fallen into the metal trough,
and about 6" or so of it were lying on the bottom covered with piss.
Joe was staring at my member as it lay there for several seconds
before I could gather my wits, reach into the trough, pick it up with
both hands, and stuff it back into my pants. Embarrassed as hell, I
tore out of the restroom, wiping my hands on my jeans. Joe caught up
to me and he didn't say anything as I slowed down and my breathing
returned to normal. We wandered down the midway, trying to pretend
that nothing had happened, but I kept noticing that Joe was glancing
at the large wet bulge that began in my crotch and ran down the left
leg of my pants.

Senior Year

Over the summer, I've been getting a little nervous about going back
to school. Last year I had a big cock but it could be considered
normal -- large, but normal. But at the end of the summer my dick
suddenly added another 4" or so -- and a 14" cock can no way be
considered normal. One of the saving graces of Senior Year is that I
don't have to take gym class. There was NO WAY that I was going to
take off my clothes in front of the other guys. I mean, I used to
think that Joe was hung like a horse, but I realized that I now really
am. With a 14" cock that's about 3" in thickness, and with my balls
hanging down almost to my knees and slapping against my legs as I
walk, I really look like I could take on a horse -- or any other animal
in the world for that matter.

So anyway, I got a couple of pairs of really baggy pants. And I'll
hope for the best.

Well, the best wasn't too good. I got about half way through the
school day before I had a problem. It was in math class when Quiana
got up to work a problem on the board. Now Quiana has tits that just
won't stop, and she doesn't mind showing them off. I swear that I
could see her nipples through the tight top that she was wearing
today. So she's up at the board working a problem, and I'm checking
out her ass in the tight white pants she's wearing, and thinking about
her tits and all of a sudden I notice that the left leg of my jeans is
getting kinda tight -- actually my cock is getting hard. Pretty soon
I've got my left leg stuck straight out under my desk, my cock is
throbbing away -- and then the bell rings for the end of the period. I
felt like Captain Ahab as I made my way out into the corridor. With my
left leg held straight, my tight jeans and my throbbing cock I could
hardly walk. Everyone was staring at me like: "What the fuck is the
matter with Danny? Look at his left leg, it's all swollen up." But the
worst was yet to come because as I tried to walk down the corridor,
the movement caused "that" feeling to build up in my dick. I couldn't
stop it. I knew I was going to cum. And I did with several cups of
warm sticky liquid gushing out of the bottom of my pants leg. As I
wobbled my way down the corridor I could hear: "Shit, did you see what
Danny just did? What a freak he is! Fucking weirdo!" and worse.

No More School

I managed to get home and up to my room. I crawled into bed and yelled
to my parents that I wasn't feeling well, that I thought maybe I had
the flu, and they should leave me alone. After what happened at school
today there's absolutely no way that I can go back and face my friends
-- ever again. I don't know what I'm going to do!!|.

It was early afternoon, two days later, and I was the only one in the
house when I heard a knock on the front door. I ignored it. They
knocked again. I ignored it again. Then I heard a thunderous banging
on the door and someone yelling: "Danny, open the fucking door!" I
looked out my bedroom window and saw Joe standing below. What the hell
was going on? Why was Joe coming to my house? Well, there was only one
way to find out so I went down and opened the door. "Sorry about the
other day." he said, "That must have been tough. Can I come in and
talk." I motioned him in to the living room and we sat down. "I think
I know what your problem is" he said, "Can I see it?" I opened the
robe I had been wearing and his eyes moved to my 14" weapon and large
balls. "Holy Shit!" he murmured, then a moment later, "So what are you
going to do now?" I just shrugged -- almost ready to cry.

"Maybe you need some time to think, and maybe I can help you." Joe
said. "My parents own an old cabin up in the mountains. Livable but
not fancy. If you wanted to get away for awhile and just sort things
out you could use it." I stammered: "But, but, but what about school,
and my parents, and everything." He replied: "It's your choice, but I
don't know how much your parents can help you right now, and the kids
at school certainly can't -- the word in the hallways is that you
turned into some kind of animal freak over the summer." "OK." I said,
"Let's go -- I gotta get out of here." So we packed up some of my
clothes and a few other things. I left a note for my folks telling
them that I was running away to join the circus. Seriously, I really
did tell them that. I figured that whatever I wrote that they wouldn't
believe me. And then I got in Joe's car.

Shit, he wasn't kidding, it really was up in the mountains And then we
had to drive over an eight mile dirt road that we never would have
gotten through without four wheel drive. Really isolated. By the time
we got there it was getting dark. Joe just helped me get my stuff into
the cabin, told me that he'd be back next day with some food, and
left. After everything that had happened the past couple of days, I
was whipped, I just found a bed, crawled into it, and fell asleep.

The Cabin

When I awoke the next morning, it was like one of those old Walt
Disney cartoons. The sun was streaming in through the windows and I
could hear birds singing outside. I looked out a window and found that
the cabin overlooked a small lake. Exploring the cabin, I found two
bedrooms, a small kitchen with a hand pump for the water, a large
living room with a big stone fireplace, and an -- OUTHOUSE. Except for
the outhouse it was pretty decent. Plus there wasn't a single morsel
of food in the place and I was hungry as hell. As the day wore on, I
wondered if I had done the right thing. Here I was, out in the
boonies, with no food. About early afternoon I was beginning to think
that it might be a good idea just to give up and hike out to the main
highway and try to flag down a ride to civilization. Just then I heard
a car coming up the road. I held my breath, half expecting it to be a
police car but it was Joe -- and his car was filled with boxes.

"Bought out a couple of country stores" he said, "Got enough food to
feed an army for a couple of months." There was also some clothing,
books, some six-packs, and other stuff. Like did he think I was going
to spend the rest of my life up here? I had only planned on a couple
of days. "I won't be back for a couple of days." he told me "The cops
are all over the place looking for you and it's better if we let
things quiet down a little. But take it easy and relax for a couple of
days and I'll be back as soon as I can." He gave me a quick hug,
jumped back in his car, and drove down the road. I was alone again.

The rest of the month of September was pretty much a blur for me.
After all that had happened I just kind of drifted through the days.
I'd eat a little whenever I was hungry, sit in the sun on the cabin's
porch when it was warm, but I didn't really have any ambition to do
much. I think I was sleeping twelve or fourteen hours a day and dozing
a lot the rest of the time. I remember Joe stopping by a couple of
times but we didn't talk much and I think he was just coming by to
check up on me and drop off whatever supplies I needed.

Early in October I remember having a particularly vivid dream where I
was back in my Algebra class in high school. Quiana was working on a
problem up at the board and I got up from my desk, walked up behind
her, put my arms around her and cupped her breasts in my hands. As she
ignored me and kept writing on the board, I moved in front of her,
pulled off her tank top, and removed her bra. I moved forward, put
both hands around her narrow waist and began licking one of her large
breasts as she continued writing. I gradually awoke and realized that
it wasn't Quiana I was holding but my cock. And it wasn't her breast I
was licking but the tip of my dick. I was still very sleepy and it
felt so good that I kept doing it. Suddenly I was jolted fully awake
by a burst of hot fluid in my face, filling my mouth and momentarily
choking me. Gagging, I rolled out of bed and stood up on the floor as
I struggled to clear my mouth and breathe again. Completely awake at
last, I stared at the monstrous member that sprang from my crotch and
lay on the floor. Fully 36 inches in length and at least 8" thick, it
lay there, gently pulsating in tune with my heartbeat, and with a few
spoonfuls of cum trickling out of its end onto the rough wooden
flooring. During the month or so when I had been drifting through the
days, my penis had continued to enlarge and was now fully as big as
one of my legs. My testicles too had grown, and were now nearly 6" in
diameter and encased in a sack that hung nearly to the floor. I
slumped back on the bed in bewilderment. It was then that I heard the
knock on the cabin's front door.

Struggling to cover my lower body with the thick woolen blanket on the
bed, I turned toward the door to my bedroom as I heard the cabin door
open, and footsteps move toward my bedroom. Joe stepped into my
bedroom and saw me sitting there with the cum dripping from my face.
"Finally back among the living, Danny?" he asked. "Yeaha|.., whata|,
buta|., I'ma|." I stammered, not knowing what to say. I could see Joe's
eyes drawn to the blanket covering my lower body, the large mound not
leaving an awful lot to the imagination. He came over, sat down on the
bed, and slowly drew the blanket back. I burst into tears as he saw
this huge "thing" between my legs and as he fully realized the
grotesque change that had occurred in my body. But then he said: "It's
beautiful, may I touch it?" I just stared at him, not knowing what to
say. After a moment he put out his hands and gently stroked it, I
shivered at the pleasure I felt from the cool caresses of his hands.
"How lucky you are" he said, "I wish I could have a weapon like this.
Ever since I saw your equipment at the State Fair, I've been dreaming
about you, imagining you growing larger and larger every day, wishing
I could become as large as you and wondering what it would be like to
feel this huge thing swinging between your legs as you walk. I've
wanted so much to be close to you, and tell you how lucky you are, and
to touch you as I am now." I was overwhelmed -- I collapsed against,
him threw my arms around him, and sobbed against his chest. Joe ran
one hand through the hair on my head, comforting me, while his other
hand continued to stroke my massive penis.

The Future

Joe spent the night at the cabin and neither of us got any sleep, we
just sat and talked all night. After the initial uneasiness, we talked
frankly about our bodies. Joe hadn't been circumcised (or "cut" as he
put it) while I had been. He let me hold his penis in my hands and
pull back the skin to expose the end -- he called it the "glans" or
something like that. I found out that he liked to have his balls
fondled so I did that. And he kept marveling at the size of my massive
penis and balls. Sitting next to me, he stroked my cock, and lifted my
balls with his hands, amazed at their size and weight. Toward morning,
I got up the courage to ask Joe if I could kiss his cock -- he just
smiled and laid back on the sofa. I bent over him, my massive cock
stretching out on the floor between my legs behind me, lowered my face
into Joe's crotch and began to kiss and lightly lick his dick. Shortly
afterward I took it in my mouth, amazed at it's warmth, and began to
suck on it. Joe groaned and reached down, placing his hands on the
back of my head, and forcing me to take more and more of his large
shaft in my mouth. Finally he came and I just lay there in pleasure,
with his cum dribbling from my mouth.

Through that fall and into the early winter, Joe spent more and more
time with me in the cabin We generally just talked, listened to the
radio or to CDs (no TV), read, or just relaxed. Because of the size of
my "equipment" it was becoming increasingly difficult for me to move
around and I rarely left the cabin anymore. Shortly before Christmas,
Joe got out a tape measure and checked my size. My penis was now 93"
long -- just a little short of 8'. Its thickness was about 17".
Surprisingly, my balls really hadn't grown much, if at all. However my
sack had stretched more so that when I stood and walked (or tried to),
my balls dragged on the floor several feet behind me. Other than the
weight of my cock, the size of the massive organ sprouting from my
crotch interfered with my walking. It forced my legs apart as it
dragged on the floor behind me when I tried to walk forward. If I
really needed to move, I could generally walk backward, very
carefully, with my monstrous penis dragging behind but out of the way
of my feet and legs.

In terms of clothing, jeans were no longer an option. Joe had found me
some of these really long shirts that fell to the floor. Of course,
even these could no longer cover up my enormous penis, but at least
they kept my upper body warm. We kept a pretty good fire in the
cabin's wood stove so that my exposed organ would be comfortable warm.
Of course, I don't want you to get the idea that I was trying to hide
it under my clothing any longer. Both Joe and I reveled in its size
and the feel of its warmth and softness under our hands as we stroked
it and played with it. I'm not sure that "flaccid" accurately
describes its feel -- probably "soft and yielding" is better. While it
was huge now, I could still have orgasms but the foreplay did not
cause it to harden or enlarge. Given its size, that was probably a
good idea. The idea of jerking off an 8' "telephone pole" in front of
me wasn't too appealing.

In fact, it was fairly soft and flexible now. Quite often in the
evenings, Joe and I would sit in front of the fireplace and play with
it. We would hold it in our laps and fondle it. Sometimes Joe would
drape it over his shoulders. And when I went to bed at night, I would
pull it up to me, wrap my arms around it, bury my face in its warmth,
and drift off to sleep, luxuriating in its presence -- of course there
was enough to go around so that Joe could do the same thing on the
other side of the bed with the other half of its length!

I don't want to imply that Joe's cock didn't get a workout as well. It
seemed that hardly an hour didn't pass without Joe or myself playing
with it -- I probably sucked him off several times a day.

So was everything perfect? No, I had some problems. Probably the worst
was that because of its length, I could never completely empty my
penis when I had an orgasm or when I had to take a leak. There was
always a slow drip of liquid from its end. During the daytime, we were
careful to keep a towel placed under its end to soak up the moisture.
Nights were a little more of a problem. We tried sleeping with its
head outside the covers so that it could drip onto the floor. However
as the nights became colder and colder that was less attractive
because its head was still very sensitive to touch and temperature --
even with its extreme size. So we ended up keeping it under the covers
-- accepting the fact that the bedding was always slightly damp and had
a urine smell to it. And we had to wash it carefully every day so that
it did not get a slimy coating on its surface. A small price to pay
for the pleasures it provided us.

So, what's going to happen? Will it continue to grow? As I write this
neither Joe nor I know what the future will bring. We live for the
moment, day-to-day in an isolated cabin in the mountains, with my
enormous penis as our only companion. Wish us luck!