A God Among Men...

wonder_cube

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I never would have thought this could happen to me.

Looking back, it all felt so surreal - a wonderful fantasy, a place where the rules didn't apply. The internet had a way of doing that.

The chat rooms were always littered with big dicks and massive dongs, some real, some fake, but even once I stumble upon his cock I never believed it could be mine. The sight of him awoke something in me, something that I'm still trying to understand...

There on his webcam was the most intoxicating and erotic sight I'd ever seen; a cock that was so similar to the faceless men I'd secretly fawned over, and yet with it the most natural sense of power and unapologetic superiority. I know the "big dick complex" all too well - hung men who are desperate for attention and recognition, climbing atop their worshipers for a shaky sense of self-worth.

Garrett was different.

I found him by accident, really. I was browsing the chat room cocks, cycling through the various 'hung4you's and 'kingdong1985's, when one name caught my eye. It was nondescript, nothing special. Simple. Whatever drove me to hit 'private chat' is beyond me, but I have never once regretted the impulse.

Garrett was a well-built young man - balanced in muscle, defined but not lean. His chest was lightly dusted with coarse hair, moving down his body in a happy trail and ending in a thick but well-groomed bush. From the start, he had no fear in showing his face - to me or anyone else who wanted a look. His features were angular and boyish, his chin sporting a light stubble. His coloring was healthy, peachy; his cheeks were ever-flushed, as if he'd just finished drilling some lucky soul to orgasm.

"You are mine," were the first words he ever spoke to me. His voice was quiet and rough, youthful, steady. I knew right away it was true. I nodded my affirmation as if in a dream, staring back into the scope of my webcam. Very rapidly my heart began to pound, my cock swelling against my sweatpants. I didn't have the proper words to give him - how do you address the culmination of every fantasy you've ever had?

He moved the camera down suddenly, and I saw it.

His cock was long and longer, stretching well down his thigh to hang thickly in the air. The slightest motion sent it swinging from side to side and back again, like a hypnotist's pendulum. From base to tip it was the same thickness, only tapering slightly at its end. There was a large vein on the top of his penis that divided it all in half, and it somehow made the whole package more appealing, more primal. I had seen a few cocks bigger than Garrett's at that point, but never one so perfectly portioned. Uncut, his foreskin had been pulled partially back to reveal the pink-red head beneath, a bead of translucent pre-cum forming at the peak. My mouth parted at that first sight, my face flushing, and I felt a certain ache on my tongue that told me I needed to suck him dry.

That was the beginning of our 'relationship,' though I use the definition far from the regular sense. In that instant I was his slave, his disciple, and I would do whatever he wanted. Our sessions varied in length and exercise, but rarely was I ever required to do more than comment, observe, and exalt. These were not things he needed to ask of me, for they were my natural reaction. Never did I feel as if Garrett needed me or my words, my affection, but he always accepted it. He always let me look and listen and say what I needed to (and I needed to say much); there was an odd sort of respect there - from him to me - despite his obvious superiority. Garrett took from me what was his, but I never felt he asked too much, not for a moment. For me, he could never take enough...

And now the time for this fantasy to become my reality is here, and as I sit on the edge of this dirty motel bed, my heart is firing like a canon. I find it hard to sit still, my stomach in knots, my cock so solid it hurts. I am waiting for Garrett, waiting for the man I've always wanted, even before I knew he existed. The clock strikes 7:01, a minute past the time he was due, and just as I fear he wouldn't come, the door swung open...
 
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