Hello, I'm new here. I was looking around online for the right place to post this little story of mine. Let me know what you think. ------------- Paul was adorable, a hot hunk of man, and I had ideas about him: I had learned a lot about Paul from his girlfriend, Melissa, and also from some spying I did online. Intimate late-night grilled cheese discussions with Melissa started all this, because when we were talking Melissa told me 3 key pieces of information: 1) Paul has a huge cock 2) Paul likes having his ass played with 3) The #1 thing Paul gets off on is the size of his cock. We better go over these in detail. 1) Paul has a huge cock. To do away with numbers and put his fascinating cock size into one clear image, Paul's erect penis is more than two hands full, and that's evidence straight from the cock-sucking mouth of my friend Melissa, who has much bigger hands than I do. 2) Paul likes having his ass played with. Paul has assured Melissa that he is not gay, but he likes having his dick sucked while she fingers him, and he's been asking her to use a dildo, although she's not really comfortable with that. 3) The #1 thing Paul gets off on is the size of his cock. Paul is not just a standard vain phallocentric male. Attention to his penis and the size of his penis are more important to him than fucking. Melissa said, "Once, I was too tired to fuck, and he was really horny and I was giving him a handjob, but I was really tired and he was taking forever, so rather than leave him high and dry, I thought about what would make him cum faster, and I whispered in his ear, and I said 'Your cock is so big honey.' Paul went from zero to sixty." After that, Paul wanted more talk about the measure of his member, going so far as to suggest specific phrases Melissa could say to excite him, like, "Can I please suck your big cock?" And Melissa likes Paul's big cock, but she is a feminist, and very angry about male privilege, and she found that indulging his big cock vanity made her feel worthless, so she broke up with Paul about two weeks ago. I was cruising Craigslist on Saturday when I found an ad: "Cockworship m4w." I wasn't so much cruising for sex as jerking off to interesting Craigslist ads, so when I saw that title I ignored the "m4w" and started reading. The writer indicated he was well-endowed, wanted to receive cock worship, wanted NSA, and he was open to reciprocating with a request from his partner (within reason). Under this description appeared a picture of an ass with big balls hanging down, and I noticed right above the ass a large, square-shaped birthmark that I had seen on Spring Break when Paul took off his shirt. "OMG OMG OMG!!!" I thought. "If only Paul was into guys!!!" And then I noticed something important: there was a scroll bar on the right side of the screen. I was so excited I was moving in slow motion. I patiently scrolled down, trying to make the excitement last, and found the following text: "Also, if you're into it, and it's totally OK if not, I do like having my ass played with, and if you have a toy we could talk about using that. I'm starting to think I'm curious that I may be . . . heteroflexible? Let's say heteroflexible curious? " And since then I've been planning what to do. *** Paul and I are sitting in my dorm room and, as men of all sexualities sometimes do in each others' company, I was hiding my hardon and thinking about his. We're pals and we had just played some pool at the student center: I lost the game. I was hoping to lose one more game to Paul today. Now, when you decide what you think about what I did next here, please don't think I'm unoriginal--I really have no other idea how to seduce straight dudes. Besides, seducing him wasn't going to be the tricky part: the tricky part would be communicating, getting, and living with what I really wanted. We had hours before a party that night, so I suggested we put on a movie. I led Paul to the computer and allowed him to look through the movies stored on my external hard drive. Paul suggested, "Nell?" I said I wasn't menstruating and asked him to pick something else. He has weird taste some times. Paul said, "Transformers?" and I said, "Hell yeah," and he double-clicked, and right there in VLC Player we found ourselves watching a girl on her knees sucking a big cock. "Jesus Christ!" Paul said laughing. "Sorry!" I said. "I used a free program to rename the files in this folder and I guess some movies are mislabeled. I bet I know where Transformers is." "Well but this is cool," Paul said. What Paul didn't know is that he wasn't looking at my movie folder, he was looking at my porn folder, the filenames of which I changed that morning in anticipation of his visit. "It worked!" I thought. "Checkmate!" I knew that watching porn with a straight friend is the best way to lead things into fooling around, so I had to make sure we watched some porn. And Paul admitted he wanted to watch porn with me! This gave me great confidence I could steer things in the right direction. "Yeah it is!" I said, looking at the porn star's cock in the submissive mouth. "Her mouth is so big!" said Paul, and then I knew he was thinking about his dick. Unexpectedly, before I had a chance to see if his cock was growing, I caught Paul looking to see if mine was! Now I have been around and I know that even totally straight guys will behave this way, will want to know and to compare. I also knew that whether he was completely straight, bi, queer, or heteroflexible--modified by the adjective curious or not--I was getting really close to comparing cocks with Paul. So I took two beers from the mini fridge and handed one to Paul. "I love how she keeps touching herself while she moves her lips on that big thing," I said. "I wonder what she's thinking." "Probably about how big it is!" said Paul, evincing a little of the vanity Melissa and I talked about. Holding a beer with my left hand I gently stroked myself through my shorts with the right, worried that masturbating in front of him was too much, too soon. Paul reached behind him, locked the door, and turned back to the video. Then he stroked the inside of his left thigh, where his enormous tool had gone to escape the confinement of his underwear. Even with boxers on, the fucking thing had to be way out of the underwear. He noticed me looking and he seemed really happy and we smiled. "I'm really glad this isn't Nell," I said. "Me too," he said. "This is fun." "You look like you're having big fun," I said, staring right at his piece, deliberately complimenting his vanity. In the video the girl started moaning as they moved into a position to fuck, but Paul's eyes were on my cock. "I can see that bulge of yours, too" said Paul, and I immediately felt the sweet feeling of the comparison: I called his cock big but he had not used that word to describe mine, as others had. We were getting somewhere fast. "When I was a kid, my cousins and I used to watch this stuff and jerk off," I lied. "You ever do that?" "Always wanted to try," he grinned. We undid our belts, pulled our pants and underwear down, and pretended we were interested in the fucking on the screen. Paul's cock was much, much bigger than mine: much longer than I was and a bit fatter. I was so horny. I knew he was longer than me but I didn't dare to dream he was fatter. This was too good to be true. Unconsciously I ditched my pants and boxers and my shirt, then continued jacking. I got so excited I accidentally went all the way naked while Paul only had his dick out! "Sorry," I said, "I always need to strip down to get down." Paul was obviously turned on by this unintended turn of events. I jerked myself giddily. "That looks huge!" Paul said, paying my dick the complement he loves so well to receive. It's true, I do have a big dick. I'm just over 7" and I have big girth. "People always tell me I have a big dick," I said, "partly because of how huge it looks on my body." I'm an undersized male. "But sitting here with you I don't feel like I have such a big dick. You're so much bigger than me. My cock feels kinda . . . little." "Aw you should be proud of that dick," Paul said. "I've heard about your girth before. That's a dick to feel good about." "Oh I am proud and I do feel good about it. That's true. And it's also true that you're so much bigger than me!" I said this happily! I realized that the movie had stopped, the clip was incomplete. Paul didn't seem to mind. "I do feel good about it," I continued, grinning. "Actually, feeling little feels really good. And I bet you're bigger than me girth-wise, too." "Aw I dunno about that," Paul said, feigning modesty. "You're kidding. It looks obvious to me. You have the fattest cock." Paul was obviously very turned on by this compliment: his tool got that little extra bit firmer that one gets when unexpectedly pushed in their arousal. "I honestly can't tell," he said, and I could tell he was being honest. We really were close in girth. And a big cock on a very big body looks different than a smaller cock on a very small body. "Huh," I said, looking at the tape ruler I intentionally left on my bookshelf that morning. "What?" he said, following my gaze to the tape ruler. He was clearly game. "How thick are you?" I said. "Never measured," he said. "Me either," I lied. I gabbed the tape ruler and handed it to him. Paul took his shirt off. What. A. Cock. "2 inches," he reported, adorably measuring across the widest part of his massive tool. "I think when you measure girth you wrap it around, like you would measure the circumference of a cylinder," I said. "You mean measure the diameter and multiply by pi?" he said? "Haha, no, it's not that hard," I said, pointing to his cock. "May I?" I said, in the voice I use at the restaurant when I'm about to pin a lobster bib on someone. Paul hesitated, then smiled. "Sure." I knelt before him. Kneeling before a cock like this really does present one with a face full of cock. I took the ruler from his hands and slowly, carefully, without touching, wrapped it around the fattest part of his shaft. I noticed his beautiful mushroom head right below my mouth. "6.5" I said. "Wow, that sounds like a lot," he said, "although I don't have a frame of reference to compare that to." "Gimme a second," I said, and I measured myself without getting up, maintaining my kneeling position. I leaned back to be sure he could see. I loved being seen measuring myself, especially for the pleasure of a much bigger man. I noticed how delightfully close to my face his throbbing cock was as he jerked it.