Keeping The Boss Happy

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This is my second attempt at a story. Let me know what you think.

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I’d been working at my big city law firm for about three months now. It was my first job out of University and I was incredibly excited when I got the offer. Three months in and I was hating every minute of it. It wasn’t the work, it was the “mentor” that they assigned me to. Toby. Every first year trainee was assigned to someone that had been at the firm for 10 years, someone that would lead you on your work and show you the ropes around the office. They were supposed to make your first placement easier and help you get settled in, give you advice and help you navigate your way around your clients and senior partners.


“Get me a coffee you little queer”, “You such a stupid prick, do you know that? How did you even get in here?”, “Don’t you fucking make me look bad in there. I’ll make sure you fucking regret it”. The abuse never quite got physical, but it felt like it might at times. It didn’t help that he was pretty physically intimidating to start with. Toby was about 6’ 2” and pretty big. Broad shouldered, solidly built. Clearly works out a lot. He had a strong jaw line with designer stubble and short spiked hair with a lot of product in. Combined with his deep green eyes, he would be pretty hot if it wasn’t for him being a complete cunt.


It was getting to the point were I would be drinking a lot when I got home and sometimes even holding back tears. I was increasingly considering quitting. “Why don’t you just report him? This cant be allowed. Get him his marching orders.” All of these were reasonable questions my friends had asked me. There were two reasons why I didn’t.


Firstly, it was my dream job. You hear all the time of people not being believed and it backfiring. Toby seemed to be pretty in with the Partners as well. I didn’t want to lose the job that I had worked the best of part of the last 10 years for. Ever since I was 13 I new I wanted to be a big city lawyer. And yes, it was heavily influenced by Ally McBeal.


Secondly, I found it easy to be physically intimidated by Toby because of my own slight frame and smaller stature. I’m a pretty slim 5’ 7”. But I have been smaller than everyone else for a long time. Combine that with the fact that I am gay, and you know pretty quickly when you meet me that I am. I’ve got shit from people for a long time. I’ve become resilient and have developed my own way of handling it ever since high school. I was determined to solve this my way, I was just hoping I wouldn’t have to deal with this again.


The key was always the same thing. Beat them at something they care about. It always works and stops the shit. You just have to be patient and wait for the right opportunity to open up. And it was three months in that I got the opportunity.


Ben, another of the first years, was given the job of organising the office squash tournament. Toby came back from lunch with some of his office friends. They were arseholes of a lower order, but remained arseholes. I overheard the back end of his conversation. “I’m so going to kick both of your arses this year. Smith and Brown both love squash. Winner will totally get their attention. You get invited to their club for dinner if you win as well. That fucker is mine... what the fuck are staring at you little queer”. He’d spotted me staring at him as he was chatting. I quickly turned back to my screen and got on with my work. But I had him now.


I knew squash was my opportunity to deal with this prick, and I knew how to do it. Always play to your strengths and this was totally my wheelhouse.


I knew Ben pretty well. We had been at University and had applied for this placement together. It didnt take very much for me to get him to arrange for me to be up against Toby in the first round. Ben and I were a bit of thing in University. I’m not bad looking. Not amazing, but my mum always says I’m handsome. Besides, I am pretty good in bed. The prospect of another fuck was all I needed to put on the table to make sure I was scheduled against Toby Tuesday night at 8.30 in the courts at the bottom of the office building.
 

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Toby had been extra dickish since he’d seen the first round list. All week leading up to our game he had gone on about what a waste of his time it was. How he was going to wipe the floor with me. When no one was anywhere near he would throw in “if you beat me, I’ll beat your ass, I promise.” Normally all of this would upset me, but it just made me smile. He was actually afraid the little gay boy was going to beat him. He was in for a surprise.


I made sure that I got there a little earlier than him to get my head in the game. I knew this would piss him off just a bit more. He’d given me some extra work knowing that it would make me late and put me off my game. It wouldn’t work, and besides after tonight I wasn’t going to be worried about him getting pissed off with me anymore so didnt do it.


The changing room was a relatively small space. It was set aside just for the squash court so it only really needed space for the players - so two or four. I went to the far corner and unpacked my stuff - shorts, racket, shoes etc - And started to get undressed. After taking my jacket and shirt off and put them on the hook, I checked my phone for the last time. Quick scan of social media before we got started.


“Looking on Grindr for a cock to put in your arse, queer?” I heard behind me. I hadn’t realised he had come in. Thrown his bag on the opposite side. As far away from me as he could have. It’s what I thought he would do.


I turned to face him as he started to get undressed. “Christ, there isn’t very much of you is there? Skinny, queer and fucking useless. Quite the CV you are building for yourself there.”


I closed my eyes and faced away so I could finish getting changed. “When I’ve finished here, you are going back to your desk and proofing those letters. I don’t care what time you get out, they will be ready for me at 6am. Got it, Queer?”


“Fine” I say evenly. I’m trying to focus now and he is starting to annoy me. I turn to half face him as I say it. His shirt is off. I’m not going to lie. He looks impressive. Everywhere you would hope to see a muscle there was one. Thick and bulging. I was a little taken back by it and didnt realise that I was staring.


“What the fuck? Are you staring at me Queer?” He caught me and I turned back quickly take finishing getting undressed by slipping off my underwear. Nearly ready.


“I fucking knew it. This is why I didnt want one of you lot working for me. I knew all you’d want was to suck my dick. Disgusting. Actually that’s all you are. Disgusting.”


I’d had enough. I turned around to face him, my face flushed with anger. “Shut the fuck up, Toby. I’m done with your shit.”


He had fallen silent. He just stared at me. When I say stared at me, I mean he stared at my dick... Did I mention, I’m hung like a horse. Now when some people say they are “hung like a horse” they mean they have a big cock. I don’t mean that, I mean that I have a really really big cock. It hangs thick and low, and much bigger than most guys when they are at full mast.


When I said that I wanted to show him what I can do, I didn’t mean on the squash court. I’m not actually that good at squash, or at all. In fact I’d borrowed the racket I had with me. I wanted him to see my cock. I’ve know since school, being shorter and a geek, that the best way to take a jock down a peg or two was to give them a eyeful of how big of a man I really am. If anyone was bullying me, or making me feel bad about myself, I’d alway make sure I got to stand next to them in the changing rooms in school and give them an eye full. Same at University. There I usually had to either be more creative of just follow them into the toilets to the urinals.

Either way it always had the same affect. Toby was staring slack jawed. I reached down and grab my dick at the base to give it a fluff. It looks huge now, but airing it never hurts. “It gets a hell of a lot bigger too, Toby.”


He snaps out of his stare and looks up to my face “what? What you talking about” he splutters out realising I’d caught him staring at me.


“You were looking at it” I say calmly as I push my hips forward to make the point. “Never seen anything like it have you?”
 

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He looks annoyed, and confused at the same time. His eyes flicking between my face and the huge piece of meat hanging between my legs. There is usually a way this goes and I know what I’m doing it.


I grab the base of my dick and swing it around a bit. A helicopter. The feel of the weight in my hand always gives me a rush of pride and confidence. I can’t imagine what it would be like not to have this huge dick. I’ve slept with plenty of guys, and jerked them off. Sucked them off. But they always feel so much less that what I have.


Same with guys who spend all their time in the gym. They can lift all the heavy weights they want. Eat all the protein they want. They will never have what I have and never know how it feels to just be more man than someone else. After swinging it around I’m still soft and about seven and a half inches and pretty fucking fat.


I smirk at Toby and ask the question again. “Have you? Ever seen anything like it?”


He’s clearly a bit shaken. Toby’s very sense of self is built up on the premise of being the alpha male. Best in the office. Best in the gym. Best looking. But he cant be the biggest. Can’t match me.


At this point the normal response is something like “shut up” or “fuck off”. Followed by turning away, shutting up, and never giving me shit again. Job done. But he surprises me by simply saying “no”.


His eyes are shifting between looking at the floor and looking at my dick. He’s left me a bit dumbfounded by his response, and before I can say anything he asks “How big is it?”


This makes me laugh. It’s not what I was expecting. But Ive been around enough guys to know when their interest is in more than just looking at my huge cock. This could be time for a bit more fun than what I was expecting.


I lift my cock so it is vertical against my abdomin, reaching beyond my belly button. This has the advantage of showing off the two heavy round balls hanging below. They sway slightly as I lift it looking like a paid of extra large eggs neatly packed into sack.


“Now? It’s only about eight inches.” I embellish. Why not, I’ve met guys that aren’t as big as me soft like this who claimed on Grindr to be nine inches.


Looking at him with a wicked grin I confirm what he knows and what is driving his curiosity. “But there’s room for growth.”


“How much, erm, growth?”


“Ha. There is only one way you’re gonna find out.” I shoot back. With growing confidence about where this is going I add “Take off the rest of your clothes. I wanna see you naked.”
 

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He looks hesitant. Like he is thinking about what to do. I don’t want him to snap out of this and come to his sense. I know he isnt going to be going back to his bad behaviour, he seen why I’m better than him. I’ve got his masculinity in my pocket now, and I’m not giving it back. But these straight/curious guys sometimes need a little push if I want a bit more. And looking at his bare torso I really do.


“Come on. You show me yours and ill show you all of mine.” I taunt. Play to his pride. Whatever is left of it.


Without looking at my face, just staring at my huge dong, he unbuttons his his belt and starts to take it off. Followed up unbuttoning the top of his trousers, unzipping. He closes his eyes takes a determined breath and pushes them to the floor. He is nervous. When he stands back up I can see he is wearing some white Calvin Klein designer briefs.


I’m not going to lie, he looks stunning. His body is a work of art. the light dark hair on his chest has been carefully sculpted. In runs down his thick, but not huge, define muscular pecs, along what looks light tightly packed abdominals, to become a thicker, but neat treasure trail that leads from his belly button down to his pants. At the other end he had thickly built legs that ad just covered with muscle that any professional footballer would be proud of. He had a focused look on his face and he was finally giving me eye contact. Those dam eyes.


I can see in his y fronts that his cock is straining to get out. It’s average, nothing for anyone to be ashamed of. But this guy is an arsehole and it is small next to my monster. And I want him to know that. “Ha. Is that it. You act like a fucking dick, and you barely have a dick. Not like this.” As I say this I grab in general mine at the base and squeezing to give it a pump, while pulling back my foreskin to show off my fat head. “Is it?”


His eyes narrowed a bit. As if in pain.


“I said is it?” I followed up.


“No”


“Do you wanna feel it?”


“Yes” I think he shocked himself with the speed of his response. I am sure he was questioning it, but his own ranging hard on and the slight of my dong had him fixed.


“Well, come over here and grab it.”


He does. He gingerly walks over to me. When he is right in front of me, my eyes level with his upper chest. I can feel the heat coming off him. He smells good too. Expensive. No mean feat in a squash changing room. He nervously reaches out with his right hand but stops short.


“Don’t be shy. It’s right there. I can see from your. Tiny boner you really want to. Fell what a real man feels like. Fell what its like to be me.”


That’s the push he needed. He gently take hold of my cock from the base with his right hand. Ive been really concentrating on not letting myself get too carried away and have managed to keep my dick under control. It’s certainly plumber, but by no means hard yet. I’m focusing on his face the whole time. When he takes hold there is an auditable intake of breath and his eyes wide.


“It’s so heavy” is all he can muster.


I lean in to kiss him. I know I’m putting him in his place, but his is really hot, and I am a gay man after all. Im getting turned on now and I like to kiss. But he flinches away “Im not gay, I don’t want to...’


“What the fuck” I cut him off. “You’re not gay? You’ve got hold of my monster dick. Your little dick is as hard as its probably ever been. Shut the fuck up. Your lips are mine. You know I’m gonna be stretching them out soon enough. For now I’m gonna be nice to them.”


He leaned in and kissed me. He was starting to fall completely into line. My dick does this. It makes men thirsty. They cant help it. Once you see it you want it. Once you feel it, you will do anything else ask. Once you get fucked by it, you want it again and again. Like when I mentioned Ben earlier and getting this squash meet sorted. When I said I put sex on the table. What I meant is I put my dick on the table. Literally.


“Can I see it?”


“Hahaha. Take of your Calvin’s first. Let’s see what you are packing.”


In a neat quick movement they are off and he is standing there. His cock is rock hard. Standing straight up against his stomach. Surprisingly he is circumcised. It’s about 6 inches or so. It’s looks angry, likes its desperate for release. I reach out and take hold, its heat surprises me. I start to jack it a few times. He move his had to stop me but its too late. A low grunt precedes a loud grunt and his explosion, it goes all over my hand and some shoot on to my upper leg. He looks relieved and embarrassed.


“Eurgh. Lick that off.” I tell him as I put my hands on his muscle soldiers. For someone so much stronger, more muscular, than I am he obeys without resistance. Once on his knees he leans in slowly to lick the blob of cum at the to of my leg. I grab the back of his head and push it in harder. He licks at it greedily with his face pressed against me. I put my hands on the side of his head and move it to between my legs, rubbing my crotch against him.


“Fuck, I can feel it. I can smell it.” He says softly.


“You can taste it soon.”


Toby reaches up to grab me and I push his hands away. “ Not yet”.


“What do you think?” I ask with it hanging in front of his face.


“I want it” is all Toby can manage in response.


“You’re gonna do what I say from now on, aren’t you?”


“Yes. I’ll do what you want. Can I touch it now?”


“Yes”


He reaches forward and gently takes it in both hands, exploring its length and girth, gripping my ball that must have been four times the size of his. I pull him in so that his face is rubbing against it, and the cock whore starts licking away. His hunger, his desire, make me laugh. “Hungry?” I ask. He just looks up at me and nods while still licking away.


He pulls back and looks up at me, wide eyed as if mesmerised whispering “so big”. It’s starting to chub. I’m not sure how many men can boast a dick like me, and a sense of power runs through me as I see it swinging in front of his face. It looks long, fat, veiny. In short it looks like a serious piece of meat. It looks like this because it is one. Even in this semi erect state I’m bigger than some of the biggest. There is still a lot more growth to come.


Toby is just staring at it. I had to break his concentration. “Make me hard.”


He reaches out to take hold of the shaft. I hadn’t notice how his hands were so small until now. It made me look even bigger and he tries to get to grips with my size. He can only make his figures touch because I’m still spongy. It wont be like that long.


He lifts my shaft and goes after my balls with his mouth. This is a huge turn on for me, the feel of a hot wet tongue really going to town on my fat nuts. I let out a grunt followed by “Suck it.”. I want to get into his mouth before I’m too big to. He immediately takes it into his mouth. I’m still a bit soft, probably at nine inches, and he is still able to stuff a lot in. There is still a lot left over. Two hands and a mouthful.


He growing enthusiasm is a sign this is going to be good.
 

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I’m doing no proof reading of this. Keep seeing typos that are annoying me. But its basically crap porn, so editorial excellence isn’t high on priority list. Think of it as crap acting for 70s porno. It’s the guy that comes dressed as a pizza delivery man but asks to see the boiler.
 

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Also, I’m not going to have a chance to finish this for a few days. If you are even remotely interested, I’d written another on here:

Wedding surprise

It’s similar theme, different POV. And it finishes where it finishes on purpose.
 
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Now that I’m in his mouth I pull him forward to get as many inches in as is possible. I get his chin impressively to my balls. He sounds like he is starting to struggle so I start to pull out. But as I do, Toby puts his hands on my ass and pulls me in deeper. He is so hungry for my monster cock.


This pushes me over the edge of control and I start to get properly hard. Growing longer and fatter in his mouth. He cant contain my size any more. No one can. His eyes start to bulge out as I fill his mouth and throat like no one else can. Toby falls back coughing and spluttering releasing my wet cock, while falling back on his backside on the floor.


Toby gathers himself and looks up. And there it is. All 12 inches of my fat throbbing veiny cock sticking out of my scrawny frame like a steel pipe. It sways when I shift my weight from one for to the other, like a pendulum. I put my hands on my hips and do my party trick. Flexing my cock so it rises to become perpendicular to my body and let it drop and wave around.


I look down at it myself and allow a smirk to creep onto my face. Who wouldn’t? I’m not vain at all. Like I’ve said, I’m ok looking - but no model. I keep myself trim and fit, but I’m no Instagram star. I’d say I was a 7 on a good day. However, my cock is a thing of beauty. It’s straight - no curve or bends. Smooth pale skin that goes right to my forskin that still half covers my fat pint cock head with three fat branched veins branched veins. It’s twelve, that is twelve real inches. Thick as a coke can at the base, and the same consistent girth right to the head. My big fat cock head.


“Well, what do you think?”, I ask looking down on Toby, whose sat on his arse just transfixed with my bobbing monster.


“It’s... its... it’s incredible. I didnt think...” he trails off.


“That they come this big? They dont, its just me” I finish his thought.


“No, I didnt think I’d want it this much” he says as he looks up to me. It’s timid, almost pleading. His eyes look like those of a puppy dog. I almost felt sorry for him. I almost fell for him looking like that on the floor. His muscular perfect body, his handsome face, and those eyes. Dam those deep green eyes.


Nearly... I internally correct myself. He may be hot. But he’s been torturing me for months. Making my life hell. He’s a prick. My huge cock can do wonders, but it cant cure you of being a cunt. It can, however, treat you like a cunt. I already know we are past the point of him ever attempting to bully me again. I know when my cock has someone put in their place. This time I was going to do more than put my aggressor in his place. I’m going to make him feel things that only a 12 inch monster can make him feel.


“Lie on the bench” I order him, pointing to the low standing changing bench. He complies immediately. As he gets up and briefly has his back to me, I see the most incredible arse I’ve ever seen. Tight, smooth and just a little hair around the crack. It’s so muscular looking it has dimples and moves like two slabs of granite rubbing against each other as he moves. Just imagining the vice like grip those cheeks will have wrapped around my giant dick almost made me cum right there and then. I couldn’t resist, and took hold of my shaft just below the head, still moist from Toby’s oral efforts,and gave myself some slow tugs as he lay down, facing up.


I move around to the stand straddling the bench and leaned down to kiss him, upside down, Spider-Man style. He was properly kissing me back. He even put one had around the back of my head to pull me in and make it far more passionate. He broke off long enough to turn my head and whisper in my ear “use me”.


I turn back to him with a determined look on my face. “Oh, mate. I really am going to.”


Working down his neck with my my mouth, I start to explore his body. Licking and nibbling hat his hard chest licking his abs, as I crawl do his body. He smells incredible - manly and aftershafe.The head of my cock now rubbing against his face. He licks and kisses it as it does. I take his cock in my mouth. Salty. I love the taste of a man in my mouth. Rolling his cock around with my tongue. He moans. He takes his hands and grabs my cock and starts to rub it all over his face. I can feel his cock stiff and start to pulse in my mouth, his moans grown louder and his kissing and licking of my cock becomes more frantic. His second organism pumps into my mouth. Less than the first one and easy to swallow.


“Oh god, that was amazing” he exhales.


“We’re only just starting” I quickly respond
 

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I stand up again. Straddling the bench with his head directly below my crotch. I know from this angle he can see the sheer enormity of my dick. Squatting down, I start to rub my big balls on his face. “Do you feel that? That’s want a mans balls fell like. Big an heavy. You’ve never felt anything so big, have you?” I say reach out to cup his balls in my hand. “Not like these, are they. These marbles.” His balls aren’t really small. They about average. But I can get away making this comparison to anyone.


“Oh god” Toby whimpers. He has already cum twice, and I feel him getting hard again while I play with his nuts. There is no denying, this guy loves big cock. But I get that with him, as it is with a number of the guys I’ve hooked up with before, its not really about the big cock. It’s about the alpha male power of it. Grindr gets me laid whenever I want. The ‘REAL XXXXXXXL’ headline I use gets attention and the pictures reel them in. Working in the City the number of high powered guys that just love it when you out man them, out masculine them, when you take their power away because you’re more man they they can ever hope to be, is huge. Toby was definitely one of those.


It’s not entirely my scene. Verges too close to domination and conjures up mental images of domintatrix wearing rubber and leather and that does nothing for me. However, if a hot guy wants to worship my dick and try and take the challenge of letting me fuck them, then I dont mind playing along too. Not to mention, if you haven’t guessed yet, I am not exactly shy about how fucking awesome it feels to always be the biggest guy in the room. It sometimes slips into my head when I’m in a boring meeting or at a corporate event. Every time you look round the room you have in the back of the head whenever you look at a guy “I’m bigger than you. I’m bigger than you. I’m definitely bigger than you”. That always just felt matter of fact for a horny guy in his early twenties.


With Toby it felt different this time. I wasn’t just doing this because I wanted to mess around with a really hot guy. Although I cant emphasise enough that he really is a hot guy. This was all started by the fact he abused his power over me. The skinny, short gay guy he thought that he could just do what he wanted to, with no real benefit to himself. Pure power trips crossing the line to being cruel. Doing this to him now was entirely about taking all of that power away. Stripping him down to become the thing that he always attacked me for. To a cock sucking gay boy, that just lusted for big cock. And he really really did. For the first time I can think of, I was really turned on by the power dynamics at play.


“Open you mouth. As wide as you can.” I said as I stood up straight again. He complied.


“Wider than that... no, wider.” I aimed my rock hard massive pole at his mouth. When he open as wide as he could I pushed in by squatting down. A rough thrust in and out. First time I only manage to get around 25% in. I squatted again, and again, and again, getting into a good rough rhythm. Getting a little bit deeper each time. But hit a wall at about halfway. Each downward thrust was met with a gagging noise, an each standing motion was left with a whimper. I love to fuck a face, and this was such a willing and eager mouth. It felt amazing. This big muscle jock was at my complete mercy. In this position, he was so submissive.


I stopped and a downward thrust and held in position as deep as I could get. He’s gagging with the sheer girth of my did. “Mmmm, you like my meat dont you? You dont need to say it. You cant right now, cos my donkey dick is rammed in your mouth and its too big for you. Maybe its time we tried to put it somewhere else?”
 

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Standing up I move to the other end of the bench. Toby leans up on his elbows almost entirely focused on watching my cock as it sways as I walk. It feels great like this. Hitting my thighs from left to right as I move. Reaching into my bag, pull out the lube and condom I never leave home without. Tossing them to him, he awkwardly catches with one arm, cradling them on his stomach. “You want to put these on me?”


“I’m not sure. This is, I mean you are, maybe too much. I dont think I can.” Toby says nervously.


“But you want to try, dont you?”


“Well, yes. I don’t know. I could suck it some more? Or wank you off. It’s just so fucking big.”


This was the downside to being this big. It looks good. It drives guys crazy. They want to play with it, try to such it, jerk it. They love the idea of me fucking them, but when faced with the reality of how big, or how thick to be more specific, I actually am then the prospect of taking it in your arse becomes more scary than sexy. I have had to become more realistic when picking guys. Either they have to be real experts at taking dick, or I just need to be ok with getting a shit blow job.


I have also become an expert on the techniques for fucking guys in a way that doesn’t break them. Go slowly. LOTs and LOTs of lube. Use my tongue and fingers to get them really loosened up. Breathing and relaxing are key. Once I’m in let it stay there for a minute or too, so that they can acclimatise to my size. Start with slow and long thrusts, eventually building to powerful, fast and hard. And a little assistance is never a bad idea to start off with. I reach into the bag and pull out a pretty fat butt plug.


“Dont worry. This will get you ready. I know you want to feel me in you. It’s a little work, but we’ll get there.” Toby raises his eyebrows in concern. But his eyes start going between the plug and my cock. He closes his eyes and falls back onto his back on the bench. Puts the condom and lube to one side. Then in one quick movement he leans backwards, raises raises is legs, holding them in place with his hand behind his knees. It’s a fucking beautiful sight. Those muscle arse cheeks separated looking so inviting.


“Do it. Fuck me with that thing.” He says with force. This guy loves my cock more than I do.


I smile and walk over to him, and straddle the bench again. I grab the lube and put a huge dollop on my middle three fingers and start to massage his hole with it. He whimpers a little. Then push one finger in and he inhales.


“No, you’ve got to keep relaxed. Keep breathing. Slowly, deep breaths. This is just a finger.” I say as I push a second finger in. “Just two fingers. There is much bigger to come.” I push a third finger in.


“Fuck. It feels nice. Oh god.” He moans. I take my fingers out and put a whole load of lube on the but plug. It’s almost more a dildo.


“Keep breathing. Deep and slow breaths”. Timing with his deep and slow exhale I push the but plug in.


“Fuck, its cold.”


“You need to get used to this, before you can take this.” I say grabbing the base of my cock and squeezing to show off how big it is.


Being this big also means that I have got pretty good at finding other ways to enjoying sex that isn’t just fucking. A necessity when so many cant actually take it. I really get off on rubbing cocks together. My huge dick eclipsing the smaller. My big balls bouncing off the smaller. I move in closer to him and put my cock on top of his, our balls touching. It feels so good. The heat from his body.


His boner had receded, but he almost instantly reacts and I can feel him growing. I say feeling because I cant see it under the brick that is my dick. Leaning forward again I put my weight on Toby. He is much bigger and stronger than me, he can easily handle my weight. He wraps his muscular arms and legs around me. We kiss again, deeply. He is even trying to grand agains my groin. I push back with hips, and we syncs our movements. Still in a deep embrace.


Pushing my hands on to his chest to right myself up, he releases me. I grab my cock with one hand, and reach under to find his. Once again he’s completely rock hard. And start to wank us both off. My balls bouncing on his. He moans with pleasure.


“Your dick is so small. It’s pathetic really. Do girls even feel you. They’d feel me. They’d feel me for weeks after. You’re going to be able to feel me for weeks after.”


“Let me do it. Please let me do it.” Toby says reaching out and taking my cock and his own in to his hand. I let him take them. His hands are too small to take me properly and his movements are a bit awkward. He doesn’t really know how to handle something this big. But it’s giving him a chance to feel me, to get to grips with just how big my cock is. “Christ. It’s almost unreal. It’s so fat. And those big fucking balls, fuck. Do it now. Fuck me now. Do it. I need to feel you inside.”


“Put the condom on me then.”


He reaches across to the golden little packet, with XXXL written on the front in big letters, and tears it with his teeth. He does this with speed that denotes a certain desperation, all while keeping his other hand gripped on my cock. He just didnt want to stop feeling it. Eventually had to release it to put the condom on with both hands. Even with these extra large one, the still feel very tight on me and they only go about halfway down. As he is is doing it there is a look of wonder on his face. Like he still cant believe what he is handling.


“Dont forget the lube. You’re going to need to put a lot of lube on it.”


Toby reaches for the bottle and covers my dick. Probably with too much. Part of it because he didnt really know what he was doing. Partially because he wanted to make it as easy on himself as possible. Mainly I think it’s was because he was just enjoying hold my dick it his hand.


“Ok. Here we go then. Remember to breadth” I say as I take a step back. I thought I briefly caught a look of disappointment on his face that he had to let go of my horse cock. His hands went to his own cock, one wanking himself, the other playing with his balls.


I reached in to pull the butt plug out. It came out with surprising ease. His arse had really opened up for it. Which is a very good sign. I throw it to the floor. Holding the base of my dick with one hand to make sure its solid (not that with this beautiful man in front of me meant I needed much help I that department) and guiding the head with my other, slight crouching down. I slowly start to push the head in. He is breathing well, and I can time my entry with it. I put some weight behind my first push in.


“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” He shouts. “Fuck. Oh my god.”


“Relax. That’s just the head mate. There is A LOT more where that has come from.” I start to push further in. There is resistance. He’s so tight. All arses feel tight to me. You just have to be patient until that magic moment happens. When you just get past the two sphincter muscles. And ‘pop’, I’m in. Only about four inches, but its feeling good. Hot and tight. Slow little thrusts to make more progress. Get more depth. He’s moaning and gasping. I get about eight inches in. I dont think I’m getting any deeper. I my break him. I might send him to A&E if I go all the way.


“I’m in. Tell me how it feels. You’re my big cock bitch now.”


“Oh fuck. It’s so fucking big. It’s too big.”


“Do you want me to take it out.”


“NO.” He snaps at me. “Fuck me. Give it to me. Ive taken it all now. I want you to fuck me.”


“But you haven’t got it all. There is more.”


He looks back at me shocked and confused. “What. How can that not be it all.” It makes me laugh out loud.


“OK. You can have it all.” I grab his calfs, which are now on my shoulders, and I put some force behind pushing in with the last four inches.


“Fuuuuuuuuck” he screams again. The sweat on his torso has given it a slight sheen. His muscles tensing. His back arching. For other guys, and I have seen this, that can push a cock out of an arse. I can feel his arse pushing against me. But I’m way to big for that. I’m in too deep. It feels incredible. That sense of power from it. That knowledge that I am touching part of another person no one else ever will. Filling them in a way no one else can.


I start to pump. Slowly. Only little ins and outs. Just letting his arse, his insides, get used to my 12 inch cock. He grunts of discomfort are start to turn to moans pleasure. I start to pull out and push back in further. Slowly increasing the pace.


“There you go. You’re taking my monster dick. It feels good doesn’t it. No one else can do this to you. No one else has my monster. No one else can fill you like this. You’re a good little cock whore, aren’t you. Yeah.’ I say. I’m not really a massive dirty talker, but there is something about this whole situation which is just so intoxicating.


I’m really starting to get into my stride now. Long strokes in and out. Balls slapping his muscle arse. Strong pace. I’m really fucking him. He’s put his hands behind his head, really showing off his biceps, which are a personal turn on. His eyes are closed, and he is writhing in pleasure. Moans of joy interrupted with cry’s “yeah” and “fuck”. I was starting to build up so starting to really ram in with as much strength as I can muster it. With the occasional shout of “take it, fucking take it.” He exploded, without even touching his own cock, for a third time.


I was on the edge myself. I pulled out. I wanted him to know how much I shoot. This monster cock and monster balls produce monster loads. I pushed his legs down. He thought it was over. Stepping over his legs, he looks up to see me moving towards him. My cock at its absolute biggest with blood rushing into it. With one hand I rip the condom off. With other I roughly grab his head by the hair.


“Open. Now” I say. He complies. Learning his lesson from earlier he opens as wide as he can.


I shove my cock in, just in time, unleashing an enormous stream of spunk into the back of his throat. I’m grunting and heaving with each shoot. Stream after stream. He cant swallow it fast enough and it starts to overflow. And then I’m done. I feel exhausted. Extatic. Exhilarated. Euphoric. It’s’ the biggest orgasm I think I’ve ever had.


I step off him. Trying to catch my breath a bit. My dick is still swollen, but its deflating now. I’ve my back to Toby, with my hand on the locker just to steady myself a little. It’s a few moments and I hear some movement behind me.


Toby has already stood up, and is putting his underpants back on with his back to me. Then it a quick movement his t-shirt. It’s deathly silent in the room.


I get nervous. He is still a big man. What if he regrets what we’ve just done. What if he decides to turn a bit violent? Every time I have intimidated someone with my cock it has never turned to sex before. I’ve never acted like this. I think neither has he. What if this doesn’t end well. I quickly start to get dressed myself and think about exits. We both continue in silence. Backs to each other.


The panic continued to grow in me. I start to rush. I remember the lube and the plug and think ‘fuck it’ they can stay here. Someone else can explain them. I decide its time to go. As I turn to make a quick exit, Toby is there between me and the exit. He has a blank expression on his face.


“Sorry” he says. “I know I’ve been a cunt. It wont happen anymore. Please, just dont tell anyone about this.”


I flow of relief flows over me so hard it nearly knocks me over. “Of course I wont. It’s just between us two”


He looks down to his own feet. He’s stood over the but plug, crouching down to pick it up. Nervously he asks “Can we do it again some time?” While looking up with half a smile on his face. There is that vulnerable look again. Those fucking good looks and those deep green eyes.


“Yes” I say. Smiling a bit too much myself. “You had better keep that then.” I say pointing at the plug in his hands. “Get some practice in”