One of my first 'steady' boyfriends (WAY back when there were dinosaurs, and I was 19 years old) was this deep voiced furball from Oklahoma; sort of a long tall 30-something Sam Elliott, you could say. He was, more or less the first man I'd been with long term, sweet tempered, slow talking, and really well hung - long, thick, uncut... and thick... did I mention, THICK? So, we decide to do something wild and go out to this golf course at night, to fuck around out on the green (public, but not terribly dangerously public... our idea of a kinky thrill at the time). After a ton of oral foreplay, I leaned up against a tree and he stands behind to fuck me in a sort of 'standing doggie' position. Just as we're lubed up, and he's teasing me with the head of his monster, I go to reposition my feet and fall full weight against him - taking all of his wrist-thick horse choker in a split second. All I remember was "PAIN!" and then seeing him over me, crying, and stroking my face. I blacked out from the pain, and cut my face up a bit on the coarse bark of the tree we were leaning against as I fell. He said the blood on my face scared him to death, and he thought for a moment he killed me or something. The poor man wouldn't fuck me for nearly a month. Luckily he got over worrying about his cock being a weapon of ass destruction, and made up for lost time eventually (I *love* a good hard plowing once I'm warmed up, mind you). But passing out in orgasmic pleasure isn't the only way to go unconcious on a big dick... Heheh.
