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Jeff woke up freezing again. He really hated wearing a shirt while sleeping. They felt so constrictive, and if it’s hot at all that ring of sweat that collects on the collar while sleeping was disgusting. So he slept without a shirt and accepted in the winter months he would often wake up cold, chilly.

The ultimate big dick problem - his overnight erections would push up the sheet and comforter, sliding the bed covers down from his shoulders, exposing the top of his chest, letting the cold air in.

You would never think about the problems such an enormous cock would cause while sleeping. Sleeping on his stomach was disastrous. His prick would press straight into the mattress while asleep. Morning wood was excruciating. Sleeping on his side was OK, but there was that one night he had taken a girl home and even though they were on opposite sides of his queen bed his oversized prick’s didn’t get the same enthusiastic response in the middle of the night than it had several hours earlier. She was halfway to the front door before Jeff even woke up and realized what could have happened. Being the big spoon required caution and awareness, even across the bed. Or during his college years when his enormous cock grew out from under the covers and the wet dream spewed all over the wall and floor.

He also didn't sleep with any underwear or boxers or pajama bottoms or anything of that sort. That would be kind of a lost cause. Stretched out beyond use at best.

The ultimate in good problems to have, Jeff thought. He threw the covers off and faced the chill of the morning. He marveled as the monument between his legs. His left hand circled most of the base, his right hand stacked above the left, fingers barely touching encircling his thick appendage, and the entire head still visible above.

Fuck he loved his big cock. It felt so warm and hard between his hands...so...powerful... He could feel the blood pulsing up to the head, flowing from the base and through the veins under his fingers. He loved seeing the entire head, with room to spare, above his grip. Two hands weren't enough to contain it. Fuck did he love his cock.

He could feel the pressure from the cum welling up inside, the pressure that felt so good, brought so much pleasure, and yet needed, required release. He hadn't stroked his dick yet but was already feeling the intensity that comes with releasing the pressure.
 

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Men with enormous cocks have normal average parts of their life just like everyone else. Those normal daily activities can be far different than a normal person because of the huge appendage. They put their pants on one leg at a time. They just have a third leg to deal with.

Jeff cut coupons from the Sunday paper. He also checks when things go on sale. Not very exciting, Jeff was frugal like many of us. One of his interests was watching his food expenses. Another was finding good deals on lotion. Lube is fucking expensive but necessary when trying to fuck (a story for another day), but lotion works just fine for more frequent personal uses.

Jeff reached over to his bed side table with both hands. His swollen, hard, throbbing, oversized dick didn't move as he reached over, still at perfect attention, towering over the bed. He placed his left hand right below the pump on the lotion dispenser and pumped 3 huge wads into his hand - hoping that was enough to cover the bottom half of his engorged flesh. 3 more pumps for his right.

He knew a lot of guys that used a Fleshlight. Jeff would break one before he could get much of his cock inside, and he was sure it wouldn't all fit. Plus he loved the slippery feeling of his hands against his skin, pulling up and down, from the base to his head. Using his hands he would twist along the shaft and around the head, increasing the intensity of each pump more than just a Fleshlight. He could also admire his blessed physical gift by touching and feeling himself.

His hands reached back, returning to their previous position, and the cool, damp lotion tingled his monument. Jeff began to cover every square inch, rubbing the nearly full ounce of lubricant along every part of his cock. His left hand was back around his base, circling and twisting to cover his shaft. His right hand massaged the top part of his long, hard cock, not even touching the head yet.

Jeff could feel the churning deep in the base of his cock and in his balls. The pressure was starting to grow, the build up of another gigantic load increasing second by second. He got off on the pressure, that deep feeling of needing to release seemingly endless ropes of cum, feeling your balls making more and more cum, the orgasm welling inside, building and growing with each stroke.

Jeff's right hand moved up and began to move around the head from the base to the top. Fuck, it felt so fucking good. His cock jumped at the intense feeling, his left hand barely able to hold on. Each masturbation session was a total ego trip for Jeff. How could it not? His hands couldn't quite encircle his cock. Two hands were not enough to handle his cock. His cock was so strong even he could barely control it. Goddamn he loved his cock. Jeff briefly took the time to admire it, as if it had a life of its own. If his oversized penis could get any harder than it already was, now was that time.
 

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Jeff remembered an episode on a plane a year or two previously. The plane was about 3/4 full flying cross country. He sat in the aisle and a cute coed took the window seat. Jeff fell asleep on the long plane ride. Smartly he wore athletic shorts, a bit easier to control in case an unintentional erection were to happen. As it did here during his sleep. Fit of nearly all shorts and jeans mattered a lot when the threat of an erection could occur.

Later that night the coed told Jeff about how she was checking out his body when she noticed his penis begin to throb and snake down his shorts. It was the longest 3 minutes of her life watching it get fully hard, each second she told herself, "There's no way it can get any bigger." Yet another pulse and it would grow just a bit more, further down his leg.

When Jeff woke up from his dream he saw the coed staring. She hadn't noticed he had woken, that he saw her mouth agape, salivating, one hand in between her yoga pants, her pussy flooded, threatened by the thought of such a huge cock inside of her but delirious wanting to feel it. Jeff smirked, and started to lean over. The coed startled and turned a deep red in embarrassment, knowing she had been caught. He said, "Too messy here, and it's too big for the plane bathroom. But definitely later." He reached over and massaged her clit to an orgasm right then. She reached 5 more in the hotel room that night.

That power. That power knowing you're constantly being checked out. It was intoxicating.

The pressure was too great, he was past the point of no return. He felt his enormous load well up at the base of his cock. Feeling that pressure, and knowing how much greater that pressure is for him than anyone else, finally set him over the edge as his orgasm took over.