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This story is based on true events but I have created a lot of it from my imagination. Let's call it 60% true.

My name is Michael Sprey. I'm a gay black male now in my 60s. I have a BIG dick. I've known this since I was in grade school. It has been a large (pun intended) blessing on my life and I thank the Good Lord for giving me this gift. If there were only one gift a man could receive I do believe this would be the best one. My big dick has opened doors (literally and figuratively) for me for over 50 years. Big dick guys know what I'm talking about.

I could write a very long book about my sexual experiences, but I'm really too busy living it, so I'll just tell you all about a few good ones from over the span of my life. Since many of these happened before I was of legal age I won't mention my age on those ones. A lot of gay men are attracted to us older horse-hung black men, so you'll get plenty of stories from the recent past, too. I hope you enjoy.

My first sexual experience was a about 55 years ago in Alabama where I grew up. I am the youngest of 5 boys and, yes, we are all hung like porn stars. At my physical peak in my mid-30s I measured 10.5 inches along the top of my dick with 6.5 inch girth at that thickest point (the bottom 6 inches of the dick). My nuts are way too big for average guys to stuff in their mouths at the same time, but some experienced dicksuckers have figured it out.

But in my youth I was freakishly large, too. I received my first hand-job from the P.E. teacher after he watched me strip down in the locker room. He called me into his office and asked nicely if he could hold it. I don't remember much, but it did feel good. When I came back from college he would always call my house to see if I wanted to "shoot some hoops." My mom never knew. She never knew about the babysitters sucking me off either. At that point I let girls do it, too, but then I stopped being interested.

That's it for my first installment. Let me know if you want to read more.

 

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My first boyfriend was a tall, lanky white boy named Albert who went to my church. One Sunday I noticed him singing in the choir. His pretty blue eyes sparkled as he sang his heart out. He had a sweet, kind smile. I had to hide my hard-on with my hymnal after staring at his open mouth as he sang. I couldn't stop imagining my huge dick filling the space and watching his lips stretch around it. We chatted during the coffee hour and found out we both like to draw and paint. We went for a long walk that afternoon and talked about art and music. We were both kinda shy, so I knew I would eventually have to take the lead.

I called him up later that week to ask him on our first official date. We went to the movies to see "My Fair Lady." I had gotten my first car that summer so I picked Albert up and drove to the theater on a chilly October Saturday afternoon. There we were--two little fey gay boys sharing popcorn and rubbing elbows while geeking out over the costumes, music, and Audrey Hepburn. I picked seats for us at the back of the theater so no one could see me put my arm around his shoulders after the first big musical number. When I did that he leaned over and gave me a shy little peck on the cheek. For the rest of the movie my right knee and his left were pressed together. I even stuffed some popcorn in his mouth a few times, but we had to be very discreet since it was 1964.

By the time we got back to my car we were as horny as you would expect two teenage boys to be. Sex was old hat to me by then after hundreds of blowjobs from girls, and fucks with my cousins and the P. E. teacher, but I thought I was Albert's first so I planned to move slowly. I found an alley behind a high-rise to park my car and then we went at it, kissing passionately and touching each other all over. When Albert's hand first encountered my semi-hard bulge he squealed like a little girl surprised by a garter snake. "Do you wanna see it?" I asked. "Yes!" he murmured breathlessly in a voice that reminded me of Audrey's from the movie. I unzipped my brown corduroys and unbuckled my belt while giving a quick look around to make sure no one was coming. "Pull it out for me," I ordered in a deep voice, having learned how much bottoms like to be told what to do. His long thin fingers reached into my pants and rubbed the outline of my huge shaft and balls. "Go on, take it out" I commanded. Albert slid his fingers of one hand under the elastic of my briefs and touched the big dick. With the other hand he pulled the elastic down to free the meat. His blue eyes were wide with excitement and disbelief. "It's so BIG!" he moaned. "Yeah, I know it is. Let's see yours." I reached over and grabbed Albert's crotch. There wasn't much there, but it was hard. "Pull your pants down," I ordered. He undid his belt and unbuttoned his fly, then slid his briefs down to reveal an average dick maybe 5 inches long and a set of small, tight nuts. The difference in our size gave us both a huge rush. And I wasn't even hard yet.

"Suck me off," I said, putting my hand on the back of his head and moving it toward my lap. Just as he began licking my thickening shaft I saw a middle-aged white man turn the corner into the alley. He was walking right toward my car. I quickly took my coat off and covered Albert up with it as he sucked the dick, his warm spit dripping all over the nutsack. I pretended to adjust the buttons on the radio as the man passed by, Albert moaning under my jacket. The man gave me a suspicious look, probably wondering what some black kid was doing parked in the alley but he kept walking. I watched him retreat in the rearview mirror, waiting until he was out of sight to take my coat off and see how Albert was progressing.

For a virgin dicksucker he was doing quite a fine job but he needed a little guidance. I threaded my fingers through his chestnut locks of hair and pulled his skull off my dick. A thick trail of his spit hung from his pink lips, connected to my dark brown cock. He had only managed to fit the glans in his mouth. It glistened from his work and beads of pearly pre-cum oozed from the piss slit. "Suck that up and taste it," I said. He slurped up the liquid and smiled. "It's tasty! Kinda sweet!" he turned his face up from my crotch, smiling at me and batting his pretty eyelashes. "You ever sucked dick before?" I asked. "Once my cousin and I played around. But I've never seen a dick this big before!" He was so excited. Without another word I turned his mouth back towards the dick and pushed his head down on it as he opened his jaw.

He began to struggle and thrash because he couldn't breathe once the glans was at the opening of his throat. I knew that at this point I had to really take control, I so put my other hand on the back of his head and pushed him down. The glans popped past the opening of his throat and then I could push harder to feed him more dick. After his lips moistened 5 inches of my shaft I released him and he pulled off violently, gasping for air. The adrenaline rush was something he had never experienced. He was shaking with excitement.

I knew he wasn't going to be able to suck me off properly, especially in a car. "Jack me off," I ordered. I grabbed his left hand a spit a big wad on his palm. He grabbed my huge dick with both hands and started spreading my spit over the girth. He added several globs of his own saliva and started pumping the shaft up and down with vigor. My nuts were trapped under my thighs which kept them from climbing up the sides of my shaft. Otherwise I would have exploded in moments watching his slim white fingers slide up and down on my gargantuan black dick. After about ten minutes of his non-stop pumping my first shot went over the steering wheel. "Put your mouth on it!" I ordered as the dick continued to blast out ropes of nut. Albert quickly took the glans in his mouth, then gulped hard four or fives times as I fed him his very first load of sperm.

A car turned down the alley just as he gulped for the last time. I had to back out to let them through so I started the car and put it in reverse. Albert came up from my lap as I backed out onto the street, delirious with the taste of my cum in his mouth, tears in his eyes either from the effort or from the joy of his first big dick. The drive to Albert's place was about 30 minutes. We made the journey with hardly a word, my arm around his shoulders and his hand in my crotch. "See you at church in the morning, Michael," he said shyly. I stared at his tight little butt as he got out of the car. His mom opened the front door and waved to me. "Thanks, Mrs. Anderson," I said to myself as I waved back.

 

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Albert was a good boyfriend. At first he was jealous when I would fuck other students or teachers, but then he started to take pride in being known as the boyfriend of the kid with the huge dick. Albert bought me my first pair of obscenely tight pants for Christmas that year. He begged me to wear them to parties so that our classmates wouldn't have any doubts that the rumors were true. He really owned being my bottom and it suited him. I still think of his beautiful white ass when I jack off sometimes. I remember the first time I fucked him. His parents had to leave town in a rush for a funeral and they left him all alone. We fucked in their bed for three days. I bought a bag of carrots and we peeled them to make progressively larger dildos to open him up for my big dick. It still hurt him a lot when I pushed it in the first time. He didn't have much fun the first night, but after he learned to take my size he couldn't get enough. I probably loaded him with 20 nuts that weekend. We just kept fucking and fucking. He wanted to be fucked in every room in the house. I fucked him on his parents' bathroom vanity, his older brother's weight bench, in the back yard on his childhood swing set. It was so hot seeing him bliss out with big dark dick opening him.

Once on the bus up to Chicago for an exchange program he stood guard when three different dudes from our class got on their knees at the back of the bus to work on my dick. Each one of them busted their nut all over the floor as they licked and sucked my huge meat. Albert would signal if somebody was coming to the back to use the bathroom and I'd throw my coat over whoever was sucking. It turns out the bus driver could see the whole thing in his huge rearview mirror, but he didn't stop the bus. Later that night we heard a quiet knock on our hotel door. The bus driver asked if we wanted to smoke some weed with him. Eventually he got down on his knees to suck, too. He was pretty hung himself and Albert was into him, so we gave Albert the first spit-roasting of his life. He screamed so hard with excitement t's a wonder nobody called the cops. That was a fun trip.

 

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I estimate having been sucked by about 200 guys and maybe 20 gals by the time I moved to Chicago to go to art school. I probably fucked 50% of the dudes, too. Albert's family moved to Texas after we had dated for a year. We had phone sex for a couple of months, but then I broke it off with him. His family kept moving around (dad was military), but we have stayed in touch as friends with benefits all these years. He has come to visit me in Chicago every year since then, always telling me he can't find a good top. I know he means a top with a massive ass-splitter dick. I guess I ruined him for normal dudes. Sorry, Albert.

In the big city I discovered the convenience of the YMCA. Most days after class I would head there and jog or swim a few laps, lift a few weights, and then head to the showers. That's when I discovered my predilection for muscular butts, legs, arms, and chests. I've never been muscular myself. Hell, I'm not even what anyone would call "in shape." My dick does all the work for me.

The Y had open showers where dudes could see everything. I would take long, luxurious showers, soaping up my semi-hard dick and heavy, swinging balls and then watch the reactions. On the weight room floor some dudes looked so tough and scary. Some were probably in gangs. They were super aggressive. I wouldn't even ask to work in a set with some of those badasses. But later in the showers I would be the aggressive one, directing them to turn around so I could see their butts and mouthing orders like, "Open it up" so I could see their holes.

If I saw a dude who turned me on, I'd head for the steam room and wait for him to follow me. I got a lot of blowjobs back home in Alabama, but in the big city I was averaging 3 per day. I had so much spunk in my fat nuts that I could shoot load after load into their mouths or on their faces. There were several really hot bodybuilders who would blow me regularly. Nothing hotter than looking down at a huge muscle dude struggling to swallow my dark monster dick. Some I would slap in the face either for scraping my shaft with their teeth or just out of excitement. Not one of them slapped me back.

After a few weeks of blowjobs I started bringing a little jar of vaseline with me to the Y. I figured if anyone asked I would just explain that it was for my skin. I also switched my time to mornings when the place was understaffed and there was less of a chance of getting caught. I'd park myself in the steam room and open my towel up. It wouldn't take long before some gym rat would come in and stare at my huge dick and balls. I remember one cute short, stocky dude with perfects pecs, a washboard stomach, big biceps, and sculpted quads. He stared at my stiffening dong, licking his lips and glancing up into my eyes to see if I wanted a blowjob. I nodded and he stepped toward me, reached out and lifted the dick with one hand, tossing it up to feel the weight. "Fucking heavy" he whispered. "Jack it for me," I ordered. He moved my loose foreskin up on down on my thickening shaft. "Fuck! It isn't hard?" "Not yet, but you can get it hard. Play with my nuts." He brought his other hand to the ballsack, gently gathering the ample skin into his fingers. "Stretch it," I told him. He tried to hold both balls in his little hand then just decided to grip above them and tug them down forcefully while giving long strokes to my 10.5-inch meat.

Just then we heard footsteps coming closer. I quickly wrapped my towel over my thighs to hide the big dick. He stepped back to lean against the wall, trying to look casual and disinterested. An older fat guy waddled in and plopped down on the bench. I stood up, grabbed my jar of vaseline, and pushed my dick down so it wouldn't pop right out of the towel, then walked out. I waited to hear the muscle dude leave, too, walking slowly toward the stalls and urinals until I was sure he was following me. He joined me in the last stall. I rubbed my hands all over his hot body while he continued to fondle my gigantic dick. "I need to fuck," I whispered in his ear. He saw the jar of vaseline on the floor, bent down to pick it up, took off the lid, dipped three fingers into the jar and dug out a huge glob of the stuff. Then he slathered it all over my throbbing horse dick, turned his body away from me but whispered over his shoulder, "Please go slow."

I dipped two fingers in the jar to lube up his ass a little, then I positioned the head right as his pucker. "Back up on it," I whispered. "Fuck yourself with it." He reached up with his muscular arms to push against the door, pressing his super-tight hole on the glans of my huge dick. He moaned so softly as the doorknob-sized head slowly opened his ass. His legs were shaking and he was panting. I heard a splash on the ground and realized that he had come hands-free with only the tip of my monster dick inside him. I lightly spanked his beautiful buns and that pushed him over the threshold. He leaned back and swallowed up 8 inches of my dick in one swift motion with that perfect ass. Then I grabbed his hips and thrust the rest of the dick right up into him. Normally it takes me a while to cum, but he was so hot that I nutted right then. "Fuck, I can feel your load!" he moaned so softly.

We heard footsteps again, so we stood motionless, my pulsing monster cock buried to the balls in his muscled ass. We stood there frozen for maybe 5 minutes while my dick started to slacken. Albert had taught me that a slow pull-out was a must. I remember him whelping like an animal that had been struck by a car the first time I pulled out too fast. A thick stream of my semen flowed down the muscle dude's thighs as my dick softened. Finally it fell out, swinging down with weight against my nuts and thighs.

"Thanks," I whispered, patting him on the ass and opening the door. He exited first and I waited a few minutes to head back to the showers. I don't remember for sure, but I think another dude sucked me off a little while later.

 

[mifflin]

This story is based on true events but I have created a lot of it from my imagination. Let's call it 60% true.

My name is Michael Sprey. I'm a gay black male now in my 60s. I have a BIG dick. I've known this since I was in grade school. It has been a large (pun intended) blessing on my life and I thank the Good Lord for giving me this gift. If there were only one gift a man could receive I do believe this would be the best one. My big dick has opened doors (literally and figuratively) for me for over 50 years. Big dick guys know what I'm talking about.

I could write a very long book about my sexual experiences, but I'm really too busy living it, so I'll just tell you all about a few good ones from over the span of my life. Since many of these happened before I was of legal age I won't mention my age on those ones. A lot of gay men are attracted to us older horse-hung black men, so you'll get plenty of stories from the recent past, too. I hope you enjoy.

My first sexual experience was a about 55 years ago in Alabama where I grew up. I am the youngest of 5 boys and, yes, we are all hung like porn stars. At my physical peak in my mid-30s I measured 10.5 inches along the top of my dick with 6.5 inch girth at that thickest point (the bottom 6 inches of the dick). My nuts are way too big for average guys to stuff in their mouths at the same time, but some experienced dicksuckers have figured it out.

But in my youth I was freakishly large, too. I received my first hand-job from the P.E. teacher after he watched me strip down in the locker room. He called me into his office and asked nicely if he could hold it. I don't remember much, but it did feel good. When I came back from college he would always call my house to see if I wanted to "shoot some hoops." My mom never knew. She never knew about the babysitters sucking me off either. At that point I let girls do it, too, but then I stopped being interested.

That's it for my first installment. Let me know if you want to read more.

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Some people gain the "freshman 15." Mine was more like 40. I got downright fat that year. Dick got heavier and meatier to match. My workouts started to consist of long showers--no time on the gym floor at all. I'd stand in the open showers soaping up my gigantic dick and balls for over an hour, watching all the fit guys' jaws drop.

Once when I was toweling off I overheard two jocks in the next row of lockers whispering.
"Did you see what I saw?"
"You talking about that fat black dude? Jesus, is that even real?"
"It looked real to me! Man, girls must love that thing."
I thought about speaking up and saying, "Yeah, girls go crazy for it. But I'm into guys so if you want to touch it just ask," but I just smiled to myself and hoisted my prizes into my briefs and then stuffed the whole lot down the leg of my jeans. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "Yeah, you're fat, but you're hung as fuck"

I remember this gorgeous guy in his thirties who would swim every morning. He was slender, hairy chest, long legs, long reddish-brown hair that he'd put up in a swim cap. He had sweet blue eyes and a beautiful smile. His ass reminded me of Albert's and I thought about getting into it. He was pretty focused on swimming, but one time it was just the two of us in the showers after his workout. I stood soaping the dick and nuts and giving him a size show. I could tell he was very shy but that he had noticed. Honestly, there's no way you could ignore my dick. He struck up a conversation.

"Did you have a good workout?"

"I didn't work out today" I said, tossing my meat against one leg while I pretended to wash in between my fat thighs. He kept trying to keep his eyes on face as we chatted, but I had a good time teasing him and making him look down at my shit. "You're a good swimmer. Very fit."

"Thanks! I work hard at it." He was trying so hard not to freak out as my overweight dick thickened and swung lower and lower. His little dick started to bone, too, so he turned away. Then I had a perfect view of that sweet ass and my pipe started filling up. By the time he turned back around all 10.5 inches were jutting straight out and I was using soap to jack each inch. Seeing me do that gave him the green light. Now we stopped talking and started jacking off together. His long fingers stroked his skinny 5 inch dick while my fists pumped my big black donkey dong. I stuck my tongue out at him to mime fucking his ass with it. He turned around and showed it to me, opening the buns and letting the water course over his tight pink hole.

I knew that the janitor had already made his rounds, so I wasn't worried about getting surprised. I walked over to the swimmer and grabbed his buns, bumping my monster into his hip. I was at least a foot shorter than him and probably weighed twice as much. My short legs made inserting my pipe in between his thighs so easy. He moaned and shot a load when the wide dick rubbed against his inner thighs. His little meat rested on top of mine like a baby going for a ride on his daddy's shoulders. He reached down to hold the tip and 3 or 4 inches of it.

"My god, you're so huge!" he whispered.

"I sure am. You like it?" I whispered in his ear.

"Fuck yes!"

I inserted my thumb in his ass. "Cum for me." He blasted another load as I dug into his ass, stretching the opening with big circles of my meaty thumb.

"You wanna get fucked?" I whispered.

"Oh my god. I've never been fucked before. I'm straight."

"Ha!" I giggled. "You're a straight dude who likes big black dick, huh?" He didn't know how to respond. "So you don't want me to fuck you?" I took my thumb out of his ass.

"Please fuck me!" He bent his knees and brought the weight of his body to rest on my rock hard monster dick.

"Lube me up with your spit," I said, pushing him off my dong. I grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, then pushed him down to his knees. "Suck it and lube it up," I ordered, grabbing my fuckmeat at the base and swiping him across the face with it. He opened his jaw and started gobbling inches, moistening my pole with thick slimy spit. After he coated it good I put my hands in his armpits and lifted him back to his feet.

"Face the wall and spread your legs." He obeyed and I positioned the glans at his cunt. "Breathe deep, baby. This is gonna hurt."

That was a hot fuck. I made him lick his own ass-juice off the dick when I was done pumping cream up into him. He must have busted 4 or 5 nuts while I was getting there. I can still see his long wet hair sliding down his back as the water rushed over us. He moaned like a bitch. As we toweled off and got dressed we chatted some more and he gave me his number. He told me the first time I went to his place that he thought he was bi. A few weeks later he broke up with his girlfriend and asked if we could date. I told him I didn't really date but that I would be making booty calls.

 

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I met my friend Priscilla in a figure drawing class sophomore year. She was a knock-out pretty girl with big boobs and a great sense of humor. I kinda had a feeling she wasn't a born artist even back then. What she really should have majored in was shopping. And fucking. Our monthly brunch dates started way back then. We'd make scrambled eggs and mix cheap mimosas at her place, telling all about the dudes we had fucked during the month. Prisc didn't get nearly as much action as me, but she did pretty well. She was always amazed at how many guys I'd been with. I never came right out and told her I have a big dick, but maybe she's figured it out by now. Now that we're both in our 60s she can't get over the fact that I am still "knockin off pieces" and hot ones, too. "What does that gorgeous man want with YOU?" she asked me a few weeks ago. She's always been sassy. "Prisc, I'm not gonna be vulgar with you. Let's just say I have something special to offer."

Like I said before, I gained a lot of weight freshman year. And I kept it on. I've never had one of those big black asses some dudes get. My hips have always been narrow. But I do have a big buddha belly. You wouldn't notice me walking down the street unless you are a crotch-watcher like most gay dudes. Then you would definitely notice.

I'll never forget the moment Priscilla and I met. She leaned over toward me as we sketched a hunky male model. "Can I borrow your burnt umber for a second?" she whispered.

"Sure, here you go," I said, handing it to her and checking out her drawing. "He's hot, isn't he?" I giggled.

She flashed a smile back at me. "Damn, he's fine! I'm gonna give him my number." I liked her instantly. She really did give him her number. He was a handsome black dude in his late twenties with a perfect body. I guessed that he probably had an average dick based on his soft size. Prisc timed her packing up expertly so that they walked out the door together. She had given me her phone number, too, and had taken mine.

I spent that night with an amazing deepthroater who had given me the eye at Charlie's Pub. His big dark lips and white teeth made my meat stir in my shiny dancing pants. He must have taken my monster to the balls at least a hundred times during the night, working load after load out of it. He had just left and I was getting out of the shower when the phone rang around 10:00 AM. "Hello, it's Michael."

"Hey, it's Priscilla from figure! Do you wanna grab a bite?" I told her I had run out of spending money at the bar but that she could come over and we'd make brunch.

She arrived with fresh-cut flowers, OJ and a bottle of cheap champagne. We made a huge mess while whipping up our eggs and pouring bottomless mimosas.

"Michael, this dude is so fine! Those muscles! We made love all night."

"That sounds amazing! Do you think you're gonna see him again?" I asked.

"I hope so. Straight guys are judgmental about easy girls, though. I'm sure he enjoyed fucking last night, but he's probably looking for some 'sweet girl' to marry. I sure made him cum hard, though!" She roared with laughter.

"Girl, you are bad!" I dished back.

"What about you? Were you alone last night?" she pried.

"Oh hell no. I always got some piece going. Last night was this hot brother I met at Charlie's. He just left."

"You know, I thought it smelled like sex the minute I walked in!" she laughed.

"He swallowed all my nut, but it probably does still smell like semen. I can open a window."

"It's okay. I'm glad we both got laid last night."

"Cheers to that!" I said, clinking my glass with hers. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.

 

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One morning at the gym--I think it was my junior year--I saw a guy with the most gorgeous body I'd ever seen. He looked like Michelangelo's David: perfectly tear drop-shaped twin ass globes at the bottom of his muscled back, legs like a centaur, 18 inch biceps, pecs like Dolly Parton would have if she were a dude, and a handsome black beard on his face. He had that calm demeanor that a crazy-hot dude has. I remember thinking, "This dude gets more pussy than Sean Connery" to myself. I stared openly at his perfection, watching him towel off and then step into briefs that somehow managed to accept his glorious buns.

My dick tented my towel as I stared, hypnotized. After he put his socks, jeans, and sneakers on he grabbed his deodorant and walked toward the mirror at the end of the row. That's when he finally noticed me standing there ogling him. My huge dick had parted the two ends of the towel wrapped around my waist and a bead of pre fell on the floor with a thud from the plum-sized head. I grinned at him. Now it was his turn to stand and stare. He turned his back to me to face the mirror. He raised one arm to reveal a perfect muscled pit with a shock of black hair nestled inside. He sprayed deodorant into his pit, staring at me in the mirror, his jaw dropped in awe. I decided to escalate things and unwrapped the towel at my waist to reveal the entire dick and balls. Then I re-wrapped and walked toward the sauna.

About 2 minutes later he entered. He had undressed and put everything back in his locker. I sat in the darkest corner of the sauna with my legs spread wide. My huge nuts hung down over the edge, my dick towering above them, fully erect.

"Hey," I said as he stood before me.

"Hey," he responded quietly. He proceeded to go through a stretching routine, turning away from me to lean against the wall with his heels backward, stretching his fucking perfect calves. Then he stood and reached for his toes to stretch his hamstrings. Buried deep in the muscles of his massive ass was a dark brown pucker covered with wisps of black hair. He was flexible. He spread his feet and looked up at me through his legs, his average balls and dick hovering lightly above his face. I remember thinking, "As gorgeous as he is, I wouldn't trade my monster dick for his body."

He teased me for at least ten minutes, waiting for me to make the first move. I'm sure he'd never had to proposition a girl in his whole life. I just watched, never touching my rock hard 11 inch dick as it bobbed back and forth with the beating of my heart.

Finally, he spoke. "I'm Craig. What's your name."

"Michael. It's nice to meet you, Craig." I responded cordially.

"I didn't see you on the gym floor," he said.

"Nah. I don't work out. I just come here to take a sauna and a shower. You're really cute. I'd love to flip you over and fuck you with this big dick." I stared into his eyes. He didn't know what to say. "You wanna suck on it?"

He stepped toward me slowly, looking over his shoulder at the door to listen for anyone who might surprise us. "Don't worry, everybody cleared out early this morning. I think they're watching the Watergate hearings" I assured him. "Touch it." He brought his hand forward and lightly stroked the side of my gigantic pipe.

"I.." he stammered.

"You've never seen one this big?" I finished his sentence for him. He nodded and smiled, revealing a set of fucking perfect white teeth. "Are you a model?" I asked.

"I have done some modeling, yeah," he spoke softly as he brought his other hand to the other side of the dick.

"It's so..." he had no words.

"Thick?" I asked.

"Yes!" Did I detect a slight lisp in his speech? Was he gay?

"Have you been with men before?" I asked.

"Oh yes! Many!" The lisp was unmistakable now and my monster dick responded. I have always been more into gay dudes than bi or straight. Gay dudes give better head and are willing to take it up the ass without question, even with my extreme size.

"I tell you what," I said. "Let's not do this here. Where do you live?"

"I'm not far," he said. "But my boyfriend is home sick." He frowned.

"Is your boyfriend hot?" I grinned at him.

"He's pretty gorgeous!" he lisped.

"Let's go to your place. I have a feeling your boyfriend is gonna feel better when you start working on my big dick together." I stood up, wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out of the sauna. He followed behind me quietly.

 

[Derekito]

One morning at the gym--I think it was my junior year--I saw a guy with the most gorgeous body I'd ever seen. He looked like Michelangelo's David: perfectly tear drop-shaped twin ass globes at the bottom of his muscled back, legs like a centaur, 18 inch biceps, pecs like Dolly Parton would have if she were a dude, and a handsome black beard on his face. He had that calm demeanor that a crazy-hot dude has. I remember thinking, "This dude gets more pussy than Sean Connery" to myself. I stared openly at his perfection, watching him towel off and then step into briefs that somehow managed to accept his glorious buns.

My dick tented my towel as I stared, hypnotized. After he put his socks, jeans, and sneakers on he grabbed his deodorant and walked toward the mirror at the end of the row. That's when he finally noticed me standing there ogling him. My huge dick had parted the two ends of the towel wrapped around my waist and a bead of pre fell on the floor with a thud from the plum-sized head. I grinned at him. Now it was his turn to stand and stare. He turned his back to me to face the mirror. He raised one arm to reveal a perfect muscled pit with a shock of black hair nestled inside. He sprayed deodorant into his pit, staring at me in the mirror, his jaw dropped in awe. I decided to escalate things and unwrapped the towel at my waist to reveal the entire dick and balls. Then I re-wrapped and walked toward the sauna.

About 2 minutes later he entered. He had undressed and put everything back in his locker. I sat in the darkest corner of the sauna with my legs spread wide. My huge nuts hung down over the edge, my dick towering above them, fully erect.

"Hey," I said as he stood before me.

"Hey," he responded quietly. He proceeded to go through a stretching routine, turning away from me to lean against the wall with his heels backward, stretching his fucking perfect calves. Then he stood and reached for his toes to stretch his hamstrings. Buried deep in the muscles of his massive ass was a dark brown pucker covered with wisps of black hair. He was flexible. He spread his feet and looked up at me through his legs, his average balls and dick hovering lightly above his face. I remember thinking, "As gorgeous as he is, I wouldn't trade my monster dick for his body."

He teased me for at least ten minutes, waiting for me to make the first move. I'm sure he'd never had to proposition a girl in his whole life. I just watched, never touching my rock hard 11 inch dick as it bobbed back and forth with the beating of my heart.

Finally, he spoke. "I'm Craig. What's your name."

"Michael. It's nice to meet you, Craig." I responded cordially.

"I didn't see you on the gym floor," he said.

"Nah. I don't work out. I just come here to take a sauna and a shower. You're really cute. I'd love to flip you over and fuck you with this big dick." I stared into his eyes. He didn't know what to say. "You wanna suck on it?"

He stepped toward me slowly, looking over his shoulder at the door to listen for anyone who might surprise us. "Don't worry, everybody cleared out early this morning. I think they're watching the Watergate hearings" I assured him. "Touch it." He brought his hand forward and lightly stroked the side of my gigantic pipe.

"I.." he stammered.

"You've never seen one this big?" I finished his sentence for him. He nodded and smiled, revealing a set of fucking perfect white teeth. "Are you a model?" I asked.

"I have done some modeling, yeah," he spoke softly as he brought his other hand to the other side of the dick.

"It's so..." he had no words.

"Thick?" I asked.

"Yes!" Did I detect a slight lisp in his speech? Was he gay?

"Have you been with men before?" I asked.

"Oh yes! Many!" The lisp was unmistakable now and my monster dick responded. I have always been more into gay dudes than bi or straight. Gay dudes give better head and are willing to take it up the ass without question, even with my extreme size.

"I tell you what," I said. "Let's not do this here. Where do you live?"

"I'm not far," he said. "But my boyfriend is home sick." He frowned.

"Is your boyfriend hot?" I grinned at him.

"He's pretty gorgeous!" he lisped.

"Let's go to your place. I have a feeling your boyfriend is gonna feel better when you start working on my big dick together." I stood up, wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out of the sauna. He followed behind me quietly.

You could tell your experiences with women, a stallion like you must have tried many things, I say this because usually gay men with large cocks always have some heterosexual experience.

 

[B_er]

I like the way you write! thanks for that!

 

[deleted16903361]

You could tell your experiences with women, a stallion like you must have tried many things, I say this because usually gay men with large cocks always have some heterosexual experience.

Just to clarify, this is fiction! This story is based on the life of an older black gentleman I know. He's very gay and not interested in women. I have another story (Mr. Nelson a small town bull) with a bi protagonist. Thanks for your comment!

 

[deleted16903361]

Craig lived a short walk away from the Y. We walked there together. My bulge is always prominent, but if I have a semi it is truly indecent. A young mother's eyes widened as we passed her pushing her 1 year old son in his stroller. "Her husband is probably average or small," I said in a soft voice to Craig, patting his firm butt like I owned it. I'm pretty sure I already did at that point.

Craig and his boyfriend lived on the top floor of a 3-flat. I wanted to bury my face in that perfect ass as we climbed the stairs. Each step made his bubble buns shift from side to side. I was soon gonna know the prize in between them very intimately. And he was going to be moaning like a virgin. I grabbed his ass with both hands when we reached his door and stuck my tongue down his throat. We kissed deeply for several minutes as he rubbed the outline of my monster dick, biting my tongue.

"Fuck, you're so huge," he growled. He opened the door and I spanked him inside.

"Can you wait here for a second while I check on Jamaal?" he whispered.

"You bet. But don't be long. I can feel this load pulling my nuts down."

"Fuck!" he whispered, even softer, and put his keys in a little basket on the table. "I'll be right back," he mouthed silently licking his lips. I checked out the photos on the wall and confirmed that Jamaal was a brother. Good to know that Craig preferred dark meat, I thought.

"Hey, baby. You up?" Craig spoke to his boyfriend in a sweet, soft voice.

"I'm up now," Jamaal scolded in a deep baritone. He was definitely a top and in a sour mood.

"Sorry to wake you, baby. I just met a hot dude at the gym. Was thinking we might play. You feel like it?"

"Fuck. You slut," Jamaal let out a sigh. "Ain't this pipe enough for you? Damn, bitch. How big is the brother?"

"He's a monster, baby. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Will you please play with us?" Craig begged his top like a girl pleading with her daddy for the biggest lollipop at the candy store.

"I feel like shit, baby. You really need that dick?"

"Kinda, yeah. I've never wanted any other dick besides yours until I saw his. Please, baby?"

"Only cuz you're fucking hot and cute. Go do him. But be quiet. I gotta sleep." I heard Jamaal turn away from Craig, rolling over in bed to go back to sleep. Craig crept noiselessly out of their bedroom and gave me a thumbs-up. Then he grabbed my hand and led me toward the sun room, indicating a big soft wicker bowl chair meant for one person. I climbed in. He undid my shoe laces and pulled off my sneakers like a ninja, setting them aside neatly in a corner. Then he slowly pulled my gym socks off, stuffing one in his mouth to inhale the odor of my big foot. The nipples of his gorgeous pecs poked through his tight t-shirt and rubbed his crotch.

He knelt by the chair and took the sock out of his mouth, hanging it on the back of a straight-armed chair to air out. Then he began sucking my toes one by one. I watched as he paid each toe the kind of attention any cocksucker worth its salt pays to a nice dick. My meat was growing too big for my pants now, so I undid the belt buckle and the fly. The dick rose like a loaf of bread in the oven, pushing its mass out of confinement. Craig kept sucking my toes, resting one of his strong hands on my shaft. He began kneading it through my briefs like a master masseur earning his living. The dick ballooned to half-size. Craig had already seen me rock hard, but I could tell by the way he was making love to my feet that he was getting really excited as I got closer and closer to full size. If toes could cum I would have already fed him ten loads. No bottom had paid that kind of attention to my feet before. I decided right there that it would be a regular requirement of all my dicksuckers.

"I gotta get these pants off," I said, taking my foot out of his mouth and putting in on the shag carpeting. As I came to standing I realized that their neighbors could easily see whatever we were doing. The sun room was right at the front of the building and its walls were all windows. There were big healthy plants everywhere, but they didn't hide anything from view. His neighbors had an identical floor plan, so if they came into their sunroom they were going to see a horse-hung black kid getting blown by a handsome body builder. I chuckled to myself as Craig pulled my briefs down. My dick slapped my belly liked a fat kid had just jumped on a see-saw sending skinny kid flying. My big belly jiggled with the impact and my huge nuts swung forward toward his face. He grabbed the base of the thick shaft and held it steady so that he could insert the tip of his big meaty tongue into my piss slit. His mouth looked so small compared to the massive head of my dick.

"Have you had a lot of huge dick, Craig," I asked, looking into his eyes.

"Jamaal has a nice big dick," he smiled.

"Yeah? How big?"

"He's nine inches and thick!" Craig said, so excited to be talking about big cock.

"Nice for you. You like black dudes, huh? I'm a lot bigger than most brothers," I sneered at him, putting my hand on the back of his head and pushing his skull toward my pubic bone. I was surprised and pleased to see him open his jaw wide enough for the apple-sized glans to jam its way into his mouth. He didn't even to be told to stick his tongue out to make room in his throat. He knew what he was doing.

 

[Adam-reborn]

Go on pls. Can wait to hear the rest.

 

[deleted16903361]

I stood with my feet spread a little apart so I could keep my balance as Craig struggled with the dick. He wanted it so bad. I had seen the look hundreds of times. He wanted nothing more than to get the entire pipe into his throat and mouth. But it's not possible. He was an excellent dicksucker and knew not to do any one thing for too long, varying how he handled my meat. He would nurse on the massive glans for a few minutes, pulling down firmly on my plum-sized nuts. Then he would come off the dick and spit a huge wad of lube on it to start fisting it with both hands, twisting them to cover the considerable surface area and leaving my nuts to swing and bang noisily against my thighs. He changed his focus from staring at the dick with lustful eyes to looking deeply into mine to check my satisfaction as he put his entire being into pleasing me. I had known this kind of devotion since my teen years, but I still got off on it, especially when the dicksucker was a hot as Craig.

I love testing a dicksucker's endurance and resolve so I decided to give myself a little tour of their apartment. They had a lot of books and I wanted to check them out. I stood in front of a bookshelf and started pulling down volumes. Craig soon repositioned himself at my feet as I read the back covers of several paperbacks. I've always thought it kinda funny that dicksuckers get off on being ignored, so I read as much as I wanted, only occasionally giving him instructions. "Lick my nuts" would send him feverishly to my big fat testicles. He'd lick with alacrity, awaiting further orders. "Chew on it," I growled, pushing a few inches into his mouth as I trapped him with my body against a bookshelf. He bit gently on my huge shaft, feeling its muscular power and its tough thick skin.

 

[LAguy90046]

I stood with my feet spread a little apart so I could keep my balance as Craig struggled with the dick. He wanted it so bad. I had seen the look hundreds of times. He wanted nothing more than to get the entire pipe into his throat and mouth. But it's not possible. He was an excellent dicksucker and knew not to do any one thing for too long, varying how he handled my meat. He would nurse on the massive glans for a few minutes, pulling down firmly on my plum-sized nuts. Then he would come off the dick and spit a huge wad of lube on it to start fisting it with both hands, twisting them to cover the considerable surface area and leaving my nuts to swing and bang noisily against my thighs. He changed his focus from staring at the dick with lustful eyes to looking deeply into mine to check my satisfaction as he put his entire being into pleasing me. I had known this kind of devotion since my teen years, but I still got off on it, especially when the dicksucker was a hot as Craig.

I love testing a dicksucker's endurance and resolve so I decided to give myself a little tour of their apartment. They had a lot of books and I wanted to check them out. I stood in front of a bookshelf and started pulling down volumes. Craig soon repositioned himself at my feet as I read the back covers of several paperbacks. I've always thought it kinda funny that dicksuckers get off on being ignored, so I read as much as I wanted, only occasionally giving him instructions. "Lick my nuts" would send him feverishly to my big fat testicles. He'd lick with alacrity, awaiting further orders. "Chew on it," I growled, pushing a few inches into his mouth as I trapped him with my body against a bookshelf. He bit gently on my huge shaft, feeling its muscular power and its tough thick skin.

I have to get myself to Michigan.

 

[deleted16903361]

Craig's sinewy back arched as he continued to worship my long, fat donkey dick. His slurps and gasps fed the root of the dick, thickening the muscle fibers and making it grow deeper into his throat. "Good boy," I complimented him, patting his head as if he were an obedient dog. He turned his head to the side to breathe, the huge dick popping out of his cheek like a turnstile. "Please fuck me, Sir!" he whimpered.

"You really think you can handle this piece?" I looked at him quizzically.

"I gotta try, Sir!" he smiled up at me, pinching his big erect nipples which poked through his tight white t-shirt. He tossed his head back and giggled like a little girl on her first pony ride.

"You sure?" I grinned at him, forcefully walloping his forehead with a foot of thick Black dick to give him a reality check. He grabbed the v-neck of his shirt with both hands and ripped it open, tearing his shirt to shreds and showing off his perfect pecs. They were covered with a light dusting of manicured chest hair and shone with sweat from his exertion.

"I gotta have this dick!" he said, his voice lower and hoarse.

"You got good lube?" I whacked his nose hard with the meat. He stood up like a jack in the box and raced toward their bedroom, slowing as he reached the door so he could open it noiselessly. He crept inside without a sound, Jamaal's bass snoring uninterrupted. "Damn, this muscle boy is a good bitch," I said to myself, thinking how I really should have a bitch around my apartment to clean and cook. A good bitch is not so easy to find, though.

He backed out of their bedroom, pulling the door shut expertly with no sound. His big bubbled butt rippled with muscle in his tight gym shorts. The sight sent spurts of adrenaline and hot blood to my gigantic dick. I held it with one hand, feeling it expand and harden. He brought me the tube of their lube. It was a new one, looked like it hadn't been even opened. I sat back down in the big bowl chair. Craig performed a little strip tease for me, slowly pulling his shorts down to reveal his huge, meaty ass. He was so excited he didn't even notice the neighbor lady next door who was misting her plants. When she saw my huge black dick sticking straight up from my groin and Craig writhing like a pole dancer in front of me she dropped her bottle and ran from her sun porch. Craig just kept on gyrating like a sex worker trying to get the best tips.

"Lube me up," I said to him. He knelt before me put the huge head of my dick in his mouth, nibbling on the spongy flesh as he unscrewed the cap on the lube. He smeared a big glob on the base of my huge Black dick, working it all around the circumference of the bottom two inches. Then he put another glob at about the 5-inch mark and spread that around the shaft's sides and underbelly. Each time a big squirt of my pre exited my meaty piss slit he would moan, his eyes rolling back in their sockets, swallowing gratefully each big glob of my pre-nut. Some bottoms are in such a rush to get on my monster that they don't take the time to work the lube into the skin of my dick. They end up regretting it when their holes get torn by the girth. Craig knew what he was doing. "Jamaal musta taught him good," I thought.

He reluctantly stopped sucking the glans in order to lube up the final three inches of dick. After the whole pipe was glistening like a wet whale he spent a good five minutes just jacking it with both hands. His pecs, biceps, forearms, and grip were getting a good work out and he was breathing like a wrestler in a match with a tough opponent.

I looked up and out the window. His neighbor was back, this time with her husband. The man was tall and thin, about 40, nice looking and fit with an average white dick. The neighbor lady was probably ten years younger, big tits and a pretty face. They were both gawking at the sight of Craig standing over me and positioning my foot-dick at the opening of his ass, his perfect ass quivering as the huge head pressed against a hole that was not made for shit this huge. They were both naked, masturbating as they watched Craig prepare to get fucked.

 

[george]

I love your writing and style.

 

[deleted16903361]

Thanks! Glad you're enjoying the story. Make sure you check out Mr. Nelson a small town bull and Grandpa at the gym, too.

 

[laptoper]

Really enjoying your huge cock stories and the lucky guys that get to meet you!