Part 1
I should have taken a flight home when I had the chance. My girlfriend Danielle said I should leave the city before they imposed the lockdown, but I thought she was over-worrying. She was right, of course, and I was dumb. Now she was all the way in Ohio and I was alone, stuck in our little apartment. Almost all the stores were closed, and most of my days were spent waiting for the rare deliveries that actually came, finally watching “Breaking Bad,” and, okay, masturbating.
It had been a long time since I’d had to jerk off so much. Since I was a freshman in college, I’ve never lacked for sexual partners. That was when I found out how well endowed I am, and the floodgates opened. Most guys wish they were as big hard as I am soft. Does size matter? You know it does. To be fair, being gigantic is not always a positive – some women find my size uncomfortable, even painful. But more than enough find my enormous penis an enormous turn-on. Danielle is little – barely over five feet, and slight – and I think that made her go even crazier for my massive member. Sex the first few times wasn’t easy, but she was determined. And while I had to watch getting too aggressive in bed, until this damned virus kept us apart, I certainly had no complaints about our sex life.
It was another hot day today. Every time I wake up sweating I worry I have a fever, but given the last time I did laundry, it was actually useful to be able to tool around the apartment in just a t-shirt and running shorts. I wasn’t even wearing boxers, since I’ve been trying to avoid the laundromat as much as possible. Danielle called these my “salami shorts,” because they reminded her of some porno she’d watched with a previous boyfriend, the standard pizza delivery to the horny housewife, and the guy wore shorts like mine that couldn’t hide his big schlong, leading to a series of extra-large salami puns. Once she pointed it out, I could see that these shorts were too thin given the size of my salami (which Danielle assured me put the guy in the porno to shame), so I only wore them around the apartment, which always amused Danielle. She would grab my penis through my shorts and do an impression of the girl from the porn, and generally things would proceed from there.
I put another pot of plain spaghetti on the stove, really horny for Danielle as I felt my heavy dick flop around in my shorts. Even that slight friction was enough to get me a little hard. That’s when I heard some bags drop outside my door. Had my grocery delivery finally come? If I was really lucky, they actually had tomato sauce! I opened the door to see three grocery bags. Score!
I kicked the bags into my apartment and went to get my disinfectant wipes. From outside, I heard a woman’s voice: “Hello?”
“Yup?” I called back.
“It’s Charlotte from across the hall.”
“One sec!” I replied.
“Okay!” she shouted back. “I’m standing six feet away.”
Danielle would hate that Charlotte was here. It’s not hard to understand why. Charlotte had to be a foot taller than her, which meant that her very big breasts were about at Danielle’s face level. And Charlotte was stunning – gorgeous eyes, luscious brown hair, sultry lips. “She’s too tall for you anyway,” Danielle would say from time to time, and I’d nod, as if Charlotte being about my own height was somehow disqualifying. The thing was, as hot as Charlotte was, I barely knew anything about her. Danielle was my girlfriend, and I took that seriously. But I noticed that sometimes just me glancing toward Charlotte as we rode in the elevator made Danielle a bit extra-attentive to getting me off, and I’ll admit I wasn’t above letting that happen.
But when I opened the door, Charlotte completely took my breath away. Her hair was tousled – not surprising given the situation, but somehow it was in the sexiest way possible. She was barefoot and wearing shorts, which made the length of her fantastic legs even more impressive. And her breasts looked bigger than they’d ever looked. I quickly realized it was because she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her blue tank top clung to every possible curve.
“Not to be a jerk, but are you sure all those groceries are yours?” she asked. “I’ve had an order pending for seven hours now. It’s such a mess.”
“I haven’t even checked,” I blurted back, but at this point, I would gladly give her everything if it meant I could ogle her a little longer. “By all means, have a look.”
“Thanks,” she said with a devastating smile. Then she leaned over to peer into the bags without touching them, the neck of her tank top falling to provide a breathtaking view of her incredible cleavage. “Rats,” she said cutely. “I don’t see any pasta.”
“Pasta I’ve got plenty of. It’s sauce I need.”
“Well, now you’ve got it,” she said, pointing to one of the bags. “Wish I could share it. This is so weird, right?”
She stood back up to her full height. As her tank top resettled, it revealed a vast section of the side of her right boob. What was the polite thing to do? Tell her? Ignore it?
“Your shirt…” I indicated.
She looked down. “Oh god. Oops!” She pulled her top back around to cover her breast. “I so need to do laundry. Sorry.”
“Believe me, I get it,” I replied. I was doing my best not to stare at her, but my eyes couldn’t stop. And right now, I noticed that her nipples were suddenly protruding prominently against her tank top.
“Um…” she said, “You might want to adjust, too.”
I looked down. Holy shit! My huge cock was swelling very visibly against my flimsy shorts.
“Sorry!” I blurted.
“Don’t be,” she said. “It’s just weird times.”
She turned to leave. Then she turned back. “Can I ask you a super-weird question?”
I nodded.
“Could I see it? It’s just been so long, and… I’d just like to see it.”
“Um… sure,” I told her. “Just pull my shorts down?”
“Is it too weird?”
“No,” I said, realizing how much we both needed some primal human connection. I reached into the elastic band and slowly dragged my shorts down, revealing more and more of my penis. But my erection was swelling inch by inch as I did it. Finally my hands outpaced its growth and my cock sprang up, stiffening to full size.
“Wow,” she said. “It’s big.”
“It is.”
“I mean, really big. You know that, right?”
“I do. But it’s still nice to hear.”
“It must be fun for you, being that big.”
“Not just for me.”
“I’m sure. It’s kind of a tease, you having that beautiful, hard, huge boner right there and me being so close and yet…” She was breathing heavier now, and her nipples were so hard I thought they might poke through her tank top.
“I have a weird question for you,” I said.
“You want to see these?” she asked, knowingly.
“Seems only fair. They’re big, too.”
“They’re very big,” she said. My cock stiffened even further as she reached down and lifted her top over her head, revealing breasts so beautiful and huge I could barely believe they were real. They were round and pert, and her very alert nipples pointed slightly upward.
“Wow,” I gasped. “Are they heavy?”
“I’m used to them by now,” she said. “But yes, they’re definitely heavy.”
“Lift them?”
“Sure. If you’ll stroke that giant manhood of yours.”
I smiled and ran my hand along my bloated shaft. She smiled back and cupped her hefty breasts in her hands, teasing her nipples while she did it. After a minute, she took her right hand off her breast and slipped it into her shorts, grinning as she gently fingered herself. We both moaned with pleasure. Then she smiled broadly: “I have an idea.”
She grabbed my canister of disinfectant wipes and pulled one out. “I know these are like gold, but trust me, I’ll make it worth your while.” Then she stepped closer to me and wrapped the wipe around my rigid dick. She slowly ran her fingers up and down my length using the wipe the whole time. It felt cold, but it felt incredible.
“I hope you don’t mind I’m within six feet,” she said. “Trust me, I haven’t left my apartment in almost three weeks.”
“Neither have I,” I assured her.
“Good,” she smiled. “I’ve always been a tactile person, and I had to be sure this was as huge as it looked. But it isn’t. It’s huger.”
“Do you like huge?”
“Duh,” she joked. “I’m six-foot-one. Nine out of ten guys are pipsqueaks to me. I don’t just like huge. I need huge. And what you’re sporting here… it’s longer than my dreams, it’s fat as hell, and it’s sooo magnificently hard.”
“I have an idea, too” I said. I squirted a gob of Purell onto my hand. Then I reached up and made circles around her nipples with it. She shuddered as the cool liquid slowly dripped down the curves of her enormous breasts.
“You’d better spread that around a bit, just to be safe,” she said. So I took a few more squirts in both hands and fondled her huge boobs with it. Soon, the scent of the sanitizer was overwhelmed by the aroma of her desire.
“At this point,” I said, “I think it would be irresponsible not to lather up in the shower.” She smiled and slid off her shorts and her wet thong. I took off my shirt. A minute later, we were in my shower together, under the hot water.
I should have taken a flight home when I had the chance. My girlfriend Danielle said I should leave the city before they imposed the lockdown, but I thought she was over-worrying. She was right, of course, and I was dumb. Now she was all the way in Ohio and I was alone, stuck in our little apartment. Almost all the stores were closed, and most of my days were spent waiting for the rare deliveries that actually came, finally watching “Breaking Bad,” and, okay, masturbating.
It had been a long time since I’d had to jerk off so much. Since I was a freshman in college, I’ve never lacked for sexual partners. That was when I found out how well endowed I am, and the floodgates opened. Most guys wish they were as big hard as I am soft. Does size matter? You know it does. To be fair, being gigantic is not always a positive – some women find my size uncomfortable, even painful. But more than enough find my enormous penis an enormous turn-on. Danielle is little – barely over five feet, and slight – and I think that made her go even crazier for my massive member. Sex the first few times wasn’t easy, but she was determined. And while I had to watch getting too aggressive in bed, until this damned virus kept us apart, I certainly had no complaints about our sex life.
It was another hot day today. Every time I wake up sweating I worry I have a fever, but given the last time I did laundry, it was actually useful to be able to tool around the apartment in just a t-shirt and running shorts. I wasn’t even wearing boxers, since I’ve been trying to avoid the laundromat as much as possible. Danielle called these my “salami shorts,” because they reminded her of some porno she’d watched with a previous boyfriend, the standard pizza delivery to the horny housewife, and the guy wore shorts like mine that couldn’t hide his big schlong, leading to a series of extra-large salami puns. Once she pointed it out, I could see that these shorts were too thin given the size of my salami (which Danielle assured me put the guy in the porno to shame), so I only wore them around the apartment, which always amused Danielle. She would grab my penis through my shorts and do an impression of the girl from the porn, and generally things would proceed from there.
I put another pot of plain spaghetti on the stove, really horny for Danielle as I felt my heavy dick flop around in my shorts. Even that slight friction was enough to get me a little hard. That’s when I heard some bags drop outside my door. Had my grocery delivery finally come? If I was really lucky, they actually had tomato sauce! I opened the door to see three grocery bags. Score!
I kicked the bags into my apartment and went to get my disinfectant wipes. From outside, I heard a woman’s voice: “Hello?”
“Yup?” I called back.
“It’s Charlotte from across the hall.”
“One sec!” I replied.
“Okay!” she shouted back. “I’m standing six feet away.”
Danielle would hate that Charlotte was here. It’s not hard to understand why. Charlotte had to be a foot taller than her, which meant that her very big breasts were about at Danielle’s face level. And Charlotte was stunning – gorgeous eyes, luscious brown hair, sultry lips. “She’s too tall for you anyway,” Danielle would say from time to time, and I’d nod, as if Charlotte being about my own height was somehow disqualifying. The thing was, as hot as Charlotte was, I barely knew anything about her. Danielle was my girlfriend, and I took that seriously. But I noticed that sometimes just me glancing toward Charlotte as we rode in the elevator made Danielle a bit extra-attentive to getting me off, and I’ll admit I wasn’t above letting that happen.
But when I opened the door, Charlotte completely took my breath away. Her hair was tousled – not surprising given the situation, but somehow it was in the sexiest way possible. She was barefoot and wearing shorts, which made the length of her fantastic legs even more impressive. And her breasts looked bigger than they’d ever looked. I quickly realized it was because she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her blue tank top clung to every possible curve.
“Not to be a jerk, but are you sure all those groceries are yours?” she asked. “I’ve had an order pending for seven hours now. It’s such a mess.”
“I haven’t even checked,” I blurted back, but at this point, I would gladly give her everything if it meant I could ogle her a little longer. “By all means, have a look.”
“Thanks,” she said with a devastating smile. Then she leaned over to peer into the bags without touching them, the neck of her tank top falling to provide a breathtaking view of her incredible cleavage. “Rats,” she said cutely. “I don’t see any pasta.”
“Pasta I’ve got plenty of. It’s sauce I need.”
“Well, now you’ve got it,” she said, pointing to one of the bags. “Wish I could share it. This is so weird, right?”
She stood back up to her full height. As her tank top resettled, it revealed a vast section of the side of her right boob. What was the polite thing to do? Tell her? Ignore it?
“Your shirt…” I indicated.
She looked down. “Oh god. Oops!” She pulled her top back around to cover her breast. “I so need to do laundry. Sorry.”
“Believe me, I get it,” I replied. I was doing my best not to stare at her, but my eyes couldn’t stop. And right now, I noticed that her nipples were suddenly protruding prominently against her tank top.
“Um…” she said, “You might want to adjust, too.”
I looked down. Holy shit! My huge cock was swelling very visibly against my flimsy shorts.
“Sorry!” I blurted.
“Don’t be,” she said. “It’s just weird times.”
She turned to leave. Then she turned back. “Can I ask you a super-weird question?”
I nodded.
“Could I see it? It’s just been so long, and… I’d just like to see it.”
“Um… sure,” I told her. “Just pull my shorts down?”
“Is it too weird?”
“No,” I said, realizing how much we both needed some primal human connection. I reached into the elastic band and slowly dragged my shorts down, revealing more and more of my penis. But my erection was swelling inch by inch as I did it. Finally my hands outpaced its growth and my cock sprang up, stiffening to full size.
“Wow,” she said. “It’s big.”
“It is.”
“I mean, really big. You know that, right?”
“I do. But it’s still nice to hear.”
“It must be fun for you, being that big.”
“Not just for me.”
“I’m sure. It’s kind of a tease, you having that beautiful, hard, huge boner right there and me being so close and yet…” She was breathing heavier now, and her nipples were so hard I thought they might poke through her tank top.
“I have a weird question for you,” I said.
“You want to see these?” she asked, knowingly.
“Seems only fair. They’re big, too.”
“They’re very big,” she said. My cock stiffened even further as she reached down and lifted her top over her head, revealing breasts so beautiful and huge I could barely believe they were real. They were round and pert, and her very alert nipples pointed slightly upward.
“Wow,” I gasped. “Are they heavy?”
“I’m used to them by now,” she said. “But yes, they’re definitely heavy.”
“Lift them?”
“Sure. If you’ll stroke that giant manhood of yours.”
I smiled and ran my hand along my bloated shaft. She smiled back and cupped her hefty breasts in her hands, teasing her nipples while she did it. After a minute, she took her right hand off her breast and slipped it into her shorts, grinning as she gently fingered herself. We both moaned with pleasure. Then she smiled broadly: “I have an idea.”
She grabbed my canister of disinfectant wipes and pulled one out. “I know these are like gold, but trust me, I’ll make it worth your while.” Then she stepped closer to me and wrapped the wipe around my rigid dick. She slowly ran her fingers up and down my length using the wipe the whole time. It felt cold, but it felt incredible.
“I hope you don’t mind I’m within six feet,” she said. “Trust me, I haven’t left my apartment in almost three weeks.”
“Neither have I,” I assured her.
“Good,” she smiled. “I’ve always been a tactile person, and I had to be sure this was as huge as it looked. But it isn’t. It’s huger.”
“Do you like huge?”
“Duh,” she joked. “I’m six-foot-one. Nine out of ten guys are pipsqueaks to me. I don’t just like huge. I need huge. And what you’re sporting here… it’s longer than my dreams, it’s fat as hell, and it’s sooo magnificently hard.”
“I have an idea, too” I said. I squirted a gob of Purell onto my hand. Then I reached up and made circles around her nipples with it. She shuddered as the cool liquid slowly dripped down the curves of her enormous breasts.
“You’d better spread that around a bit, just to be safe,” she said. So I took a few more squirts in both hands and fondled her huge boobs with it. Soon, the scent of the sanitizer was overwhelmed by the aroma of her desire.
“At this point,” I said, “I think it would be irresponsible not to lather up in the shower.” She smiled and slid off her shorts and her wet thong. I took off my shirt. A minute later, we were in my shower together, under the hot water.