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J.B. was a guy I knew from school. I won’t say we were exactly friends more like someone part of a group of guys that we all hung out at various times. In fact, J.B. was a very homely tall gangly guy and kind of a verbal bully. So he was the type you might hang around more because you had to pretend that you liked him so he wouldn’t bully you, rather than it really being the case. This is not to say I disliked him, you could just tolerate so much and then wanted to be away from him. His self-confidence always seemed annoying to me as well.
Things changed for the worse between J.B. and I when four of us guys went to play golf one weekend. One of the other guys belonged (or his parents belonged) to a country club. We were told that after playing golf we could go swimming there, have lunch, etc. so we were told to bring change of clothes and swimming suits. Typical of J.B. he would dominate conversation on the golf course, brag when he did something well, put you down when you didn’t, etc. Plus, he bragged about fucking this girl that we both knew and liked. I at first thought he was just making it up but then he talked about how she had these big nipples which made it sound like he had an honest intimate knowledge of her body. He talked about how she screamed from his fucking and that his big dick stretched her and she was so tight because he has a big one and so on. I figured he was just the typical guy bragging to other guys but it felt to a certain extent that he was rubbing his conquest in my face as well.
After the golf game we went to the locker room to change. However, they had a strict rule that you had to shower first before going to the pool and there was an attendant so it seemed no choice. I had never been naked amongst my friends and sort of took my time not entirely comfortable with the idea. However, when I went into the shower area standing almost right in front of me totally naked was J.B. toweling himself off. My heart sunk because hanging between his legs was the thickest penis I had ever seen in a totally flaccid state. It seemed so undeserving that a jerk like him would be so incredibly well endowed. I know it sounds like bullshit but it was totally round and like the thickness of a wrist. It wasn’t super long but so incredibly thick and spongy looking making it appear that it could grow even larger. Now, I couldn’t stare of course but when I could sneak a few peeks I did. I had to fight from getting an erection because not only was it so shocking to see such a huge penis, it looked so intimidating yet exciting and fascinating. The truth was I wanted to reach out and touch it and seeing something of that immense thick size you couldn’t help but respect. Now, I am an average sized 6" erect guy maybe 3 1/2 soft, nothing to be ashamed of but nothing that stands out penis-size either. So the difference between J.B. and me were like a small pickle next to a big cucumber. Nothing was said at the moment and I quickly went into the shower and then back to change into my bathing suit. Later when we were in the pool I would try to see if you could observe a big bulge or any sign of that huge organ but you wouldn’t know it was that big unless you did.
This one incident could have been the end of the story. However, it wasn’t. First, that night I masturbated thinking about his huge penis and what it was like to have and also fantasizing about what our mutual female friend thought when seeing it and experiencing it. No wonder she was stretched. Plus, I felt now I could never have sex with her after her being with J.B. other than to give her a good laugh. He just now seemed so superior to me sexually with that massive penis and my jealousy of it was off the charts. Several times over the next few weeks or perhaps a month or more I would occasionally see J.B. in our group or briefly individually and just imagine while we were talking what was buried beneath his clothes. I wanted to see it again. But, as much as I believed J.B. had no idea of any of my inner thoughts or my surprise when having seen him naked. But in the most embarrassing way our size difference was called out by J.B.. How? Well one day the girl that I was friendly with but J.B. had claimed he had a sexual relationship with, we were all together in the stands at a football game. I don’t remember exactly when but perhaps with some beers suddenly J.B. turned to her and me saying loudly so all could hear, “You are lucky you are with me babe, my cock is 3x the size of his, maybe more.” She gave a slight embarrassed smile but of course I felt humiliated. I tried to laugh it off but I could feel myself flushed and embarrassed way more than she was. He persisted unfortunately. “Honey, after me, you would not even feel him” as he proudly laughed. “Stop it” she said, but laughed as well only adding to my humiliation. The worst part was it was true. The rest of the game she and I did not speak and once J.B. got his dig in nothing more was said after that. I hated him but was equally jealous of this undeserving guy having such a bigger and better cock than mine. I never really interacted with her much after that, and as time moved on the relationship with the guys including J.B. ended as we moved to different cities or different lives.
It was 10 years later where I got an invitation to a reunion of sorts back in my original home town. I hadn’t been there for that long and so did attend. My parents had moved and retired so I had to stay in a hotel. The hotel where we were having the reunion had a great rate so it was a no brainer for me to stay there. Of course prior to the reunion several of the guys got together again which included J.B. He hadn’t changed very much but also I learned had moved and was staying in the same hotel for the same reason. The girl we both knew however did not come to the reunion and J.B. said he hadn’t seen her in years anyway. The reunion itself kind of sucked as after having traveled it was a bit surprising that not that many people actually attended. Plus, some who did, I never knew anyway. So the whole thing ended kind of early and J.B., I, and our other two former friends hung around in the bar for a while. The two others still lived in town and quite frankly not only had we grown apart there wasn’t the same camaraderie anymore either. So I could tell when one guy came up with an excuse to leave the other quickly took that opportunity to leave too. So, now it was just J.B. and I at the bar. J.B. said, “I know a woman I can call, you have to pay her but we can both fuck her. I was reluctant because that wasn’t exactly a desire on my part because I had learned over those 10 years that I was more bi and way toward the gay side than straight. I actually had only been with women but had a long time acquaintance with a guy who liked to do mutual j.o, and oral on me. I did try it on him but he was very small and I didn’t find it very exciting. But, of course I didn’t want J.B. to know any of this. So, J.B. told me to follow him to his room and he would call this evidently professional woman of the evening (so to speak). So, like in a time machine where his dominant bully style of behavior and my submissiveness to it instantly had returned. Thus I followed him to his room in our hotel.
Things changed for the worse between J.B. and I when four of us guys went to play golf one weekend. One of the other guys belonged (or his parents belonged) to a country club. We were told that after playing golf we could go swimming there, have lunch, etc. so we were told to bring change of clothes and swimming suits. Typical of J.B. he would dominate conversation on the golf course, brag when he did something well, put you down when you didn’t, etc. Plus, he bragged about fucking this girl that we both knew and liked. I at first thought he was just making it up but then he talked about how she had these big nipples which made it sound like he had an honest intimate knowledge of her body. He talked about how she screamed from his fucking and that his big dick stretched her and she was so tight because he has a big one and so on. I figured he was just the typical guy bragging to other guys but it felt to a certain extent that he was rubbing his conquest in my face as well.
After the golf game we went to the locker room to change. However, they had a strict rule that you had to shower first before going to the pool and there was an attendant so it seemed no choice. I had never been naked amongst my friends and sort of took my time not entirely comfortable with the idea. However, when I went into the shower area standing almost right in front of me totally naked was J.B. toweling himself off. My heart sunk because hanging between his legs was the thickest penis I had ever seen in a totally flaccid state. It seemed so undeserving that a jerk like him would be so incredibly well endowed. I know it sounds like bullshit but it was totally round and like the thickness of a wrist. It wasn’t super long but so incredibly thick and spongy looking making it appear that it could grow even larger. Now, I couldn’t stare of course but when I could sneak a few peeks I did. I had to fight from getting an erection because not only was it so shocking to see such a huge penis, it looked so intimidating yet exciting and fascinating. The truth was I wanted to reach out and touch it and seeing something of that immense thick size you couldn’t help but respect. Now, I am an average sized 6" erect guy maybe 3 1/2 soft, nothing to be ashamed of but nothing that stands out penis-size either. So the difference between J.B. and me were like a small pickle next to a big cucumber. Nothing was said at the moment and I quickly went into the shower and then back to change into my bathing suit. Later when we were in the pool I would try to see if you could observe a big bulge or any sign of that huge organ but you wouldn’t know it was that big unless you did.
This one incident could have been the end of the story. However, it wasn’t. First, that night I masturbated thinking about his huge penis and what it was like to have and also fantasizing about what our mutual female friend thought when seeing it and experiencing it. No wonder she was stretched. Plus, I felt now I could never have sex with her after her being with J.B. other than to give her a good laugh. He just now seemed so superior to me sexually with that massive penis and my jealousy of it was off the charts. Several times over the next few weeks or perhaps a month or more I would occasionally see J.B. in our group or briefly individually and just imagine while we were talking what was buried beneath his clothes. I wanted to see it again. But, as much as I believed J.B. had no idea of any of my inner thoughts or my surprise when having seen him naked. But in the most embarrassing way our size difference was called out by J.B.. How? Well one day the girl that I was friendly with but J.B. had claimed he had a sexual relationship with, we were all together in the stands at a football game. I don’t remember exactly when but perhaps with some beers suddenly J.B. turned to her and me saying loudly so all could hear, “You are lucky you are with me babe, my cock is 3x the size of his, maybe more.” She gave a slight embarrassed smile but of course I felt humiliated. I tried to laugh it off but I could feel myself flushed and embarrassed way more than she was. He persisted unfortunately. “Honey, after me, you would not even feel him” as he proudly laughed. “Stop it” she said, but laughed as well only adding to my humiliation. The worst part was it was true. The rest of the game she and I did not speak and once J.B. got his dig in nothing more was said after that. I hated him but was equally jealous of this undeserving guy having such a bigger and better cock than mine. I never really interacted with her much after that, and as time moved on the relationship with the guys including J.B. ended as we moved to different cities or different lives.
It was 10 years later where I got an invitation to a reunion of sorts back in my original home town. I hadn’t been there for that long and so did attend. My parents had moved and retired so I had to stay in a hotel. The hotel where we were having the reunion had a great rate so it was a no brainer for me to stay there. Of course prior to the reunion several of the guys got together again which included J.B. He hadn’t changed very much but also I learned had moved and was staying in the same hotel for the same reason. The girl we both knew however did not come to the reunion and J.B. said he hadn’t seen her in years anyway. The reunion itself kind of sucked as after having traveled it was a bit surprising that not that many people actually attended. Plus, some who did, I never knew anyway. So the whole thing ended kind of early and J.B., I, and our other two former friends hung around in the bar for a while. The two others still lived in town and quite frankly not only had we grown apart there wasn’t the same camaraderie anymore either. So I could tell when one guy came up with an excuse to leave the other quickly took that opportunity to leave too. So, now it was just J.B. and I at the bar. J.B. said, “I know a woman I can call, you have to pay her but we can both fuck her. I was reluctant because that wasn’t exactly a desire on my part because I had learned over those 10 years that I was more bi and way toward the gay side than straight. I actually had only been with women but had a long time acquaintance with a guy who liked to do mutual j.o, and oral on me. I did try it on him but he was very small and I didn’t find it very exciting. But, of course I didn’t want J.B. to know any of this. So, J.B. told me to follow him to his room and he would call this evidently professional woman of the evening (so to speak). So, like in a time machine where his dominant bully style of behavior and my submissiveness to it instantly had returned. Thus I followed him to his room in our hotel.