The following is an absolutely true story I wrote with the intention of posting another website, but it works here too--even though it's a little long, hopefully you'll think it's worth it. It's also the first time I encountered a cock larger than mine, which I thought was very cool. There's also a sequel, but that's for another day.
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I met Joe during the latter part of the first year of Law School; we were in a study group together and finally noticed that we seemed to be the only ones in our group who didn't take our course of study or ourselves so damned seriously. We really got to be good friends when we both were research assistants to our Constitutional Law professor the summer between 2nd and 3rd year; it was a cush job, and we worked out a system wherein we worked in the library in the morning and spent all afternoon watching baseball and getting high. We also would regularly peruse his collection of porn and talked about sex and what girls in our classes we'd like to pop (there weren't many). Once he talked about one them he actually did score with, and mentioned in the course of the discussion that she liked his cock because it was big and had a downward curve. I had seen Joe's soft cock once when he was getting dressed and was impressed-it looked to be a good 5" when flaccid-but I thought at the time that that was just typical guy bragging, because Joe was not a particularly large person, a little over 6' tall and on the thin side, and I didn't think it likely that his cock would be anything but proportional. I assumed it was one that would just basically harden and not lengthen substantially since it was so large at rest. I responded that mine was pretty big too, and he nodded thoughtfully--I'm 6'4" with an 8" cock, pretty big by most standards--but the discussion ended there. It was a fun summer.
As the third year of school progressed, my wife of 2 years started staying out late several nights a week doing God knows what, leaving me with pretty much time alone, so I started visiting Joe some nights, drinking and getting high, looking at porn, basically continuing our summer pattern. One night he suggested that we head over to the adult book store in the next town to restock the library, and I heartily agreed. About halfway there, he mentioned that he might go into one of the booths in the back and try to get a blow job from somebody in an adjacent booth. Knowing that the only people in those booths were men, I sat in stunned silence for a moment, my mind racing, and said to him "You've done that?" "Sure," he replied, "Sex is pretty much sex to me; it all feels good, so why not?"
I again sat in silence for a minute, processing this, my mind continuing to race and trying to decide where to take this conversation, considering that was almost exactly my philosophy of life also. I decided to float a trial balloon, and related how I had fooled around with several of my friends in grammar school and enjoyed it. Now it was his turn to sit in silence for a minute, before he dropped what must have been a difficult question to ask: "So, would you be interested in doing something like that?" I thought about it for maybe a second before answering "Sure-that'd be cool. Should we go back to your place?" He grunted "OK", and I turned the car around. We rode in silence for a few minutes; my mouth was dry and my pulse was apparent to me, particularly in my groin. I heard Joe lick his lips, and a moment later he said in a low voice "I'm getting real turned on here", and I saw him shift in his seat and adjust something at his crotch. After a moment or so the suspense was killing me so I reached over in the dark car and put my hand between his legs, feeling the heat from his groin and the base of a substantial hardness that continued and continued as I slowly moved my hand down his leg; seemingly about halfway to his knee, I could feel the bulbous head of his cock, and I knew he hadn't been exaggerating its size. This thing was huge, and as I rested my hand on it I could feel it throb and grow even larger under my touch.
We parked the car and walked quickly up to his dorm room, trying to hide the bulges in our pants; he had on baggy jeans, and I could clearly see the outline of his cock down the left leg, which excited me all the more. Once in his room, we sat down and looked at each other, neither of us quite sure where to start. As he started unbuckling his pants but before pulling down his zipper, he looked at me and said "This is hard," I think referring to being somewhat uncomfortable with the situation, but in the same moment he pulled his pants down to his knees and I could see that there was something else hard--bobbing up in front of him was probably the most magnificent penis I had ever seen, even in porn movies. It was over nine inches long with a head the size of a small plum, and with, as he had said, a pronounced downward curve. His balls were also large and hung low in their sack. He wasn't kidding when he said he had a big cock. It looked even bigger due to his relatively slight stature. As he sat down and began to fondle his erection, I dropped my pants also. My dick, only half hard when we started, had swelled to its full eight inches at the sight of his splendid tool. We both sat there for a moment and slowly masturbated, drinking in the sight of the other. His cock, I noticed, was pumping out a fairly copious stream of precome, which ran down the head and onto his hand. I had to feel this. I got to my knees and crawled over to where he sat and he smiled at my approach, removing his hand from his cock to allow me access, and it swayed gently as he released it. As I gripped his hot shaft and began to jack it slowly, I was amazed by the size of the organ in my hand. As I've said, I'm a large person with fairly large hands, and as the bottom of my hand rested on the base there was a good five inches of cock protruding from my closed fist. "Wow," I had to say, "You've got a really nice dick here-biggest one I've ever seen." "Uuuhmm, thanks," he moaned in reply, "What you're doing feels really good...I've never had any complaints, although some chicks thought it was too big." "Well, I'm certainly not going to say that," I said, "Let's see how it fits..." and I leaned down and sucked the head into my mouth, lowering as far down onto the shaft as I could. When it hit the back of my throat, my lips were about halfway down the length. I could taste the thin salty precome that continued to leak in an amazing amount from his slit, and increased as I began to move my mouth slowly up and down his prodigious length. "Ooooohhhh, shit, I'm going to come pretty soon and I don't want to yet," he gasped, "Let me do you." If I hadn't seen the amount of precome he was producing before I started sucking him I might have thought he WAS coming, as the amount increased noticeably the closer he got to orgasm.
I cooperatively sat back on the couch as he came over and knelt in front of me, his hugely swollen cock swaying in front of him like a billy club as he came over. I was mesmerized by the sight of it, but then snapped back to reality as he lowered his mouth over my throbbing hardness and began swirling his tongue around the head. As his head bobbed up and down on my rock hard shaft I could see his long pole bounce in front of him in tandem, so I reached over and filled my hand with it, jerking him off slowly as he sucked me. "Whoa, this is too much for me, too," I said, "Let's do each other."
We lay on our sides on the floor and I fondled the immense cock that was now only a few inches from my face. As I cupped and rolled his big balls in one hand I jacked the fat shaft very slowly with the other and licked around the circumference of the swollen head. He groaned, long and low, and an actual spurt interrupted the steady flow of precome, which then resumed.
Within a minute or so, things turned serious. I could feel the shaking in my extremities begin that meant the onset of a major come-blast, and Joe was starting to moan "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm" around my stiff shaft as he sucked me. Suddenly I felt the continuous stream of precome increase, his cock swelled, impossibly, even larger in my mouth, and the stream turned into a flood as his cock pulsed and jerked out his load into my mouth and then onto the floor. I noted with interest that his come didn't shoot out, but rather poured out continuously as if the length of his dick cancelled out the pulsing and flexing I felt. Then, as his ejaculation was in mid flow, he removed his mouth from my cock with a huge groan, unfortunately just as I started to come, so I blasted a very powerful load onto his chin and onto his chest-I almost felt like I was peeing, the flow was so strong. As our orgasms wound down we lay back, still gently jacking the other's softening cock. "That was intense," he said with conviction, and I had to agree.
Joe and I got together the next night also, and, after mutually determining we had no regrets about the previous night, started all over again. We got it on again several times during the course of third year, and then graduated and went our separate ways.