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I am a gay man living on my own in a nice area in Southern California. I do have a boyfriend right now, his name is Corey and things have been going so-so lately. Corey is a very sweet top and physically beautiful. He is a sexy man, with a lot of things that make me happy like those large, broad shoulders & hairy chest. He has strong muscular thighs and arms. His cock is 7 inches with a decent thickness. And there’s my problem: I have been a size queen slut through and through and always yearned for a larger cock than Corey provided. I love him dearly and he’s the aggressive fucker I look for in a man but since I came out of the closet, I have been with men of all shapes and sizes and it’s the bigger guys that really do the trick.
Sex with Corey is not at all uninspiring and repetitive, but his size is such that ass fucking and cock sucking is unfulfilling. I knew from having had past lovers with larger erections that the loose, 'un-stretched' sensation I experienced with my boyfriend was not all there was for me to experience. His length is such that he fails to touch me in places that I need to be touched.
My fascination for big cocks started in college. I had this really hot roommate, Tom, and he was the athlete every college wished for. Tom was never at a loss for bringing home women after a good night out. I knew he was a good lover and that he must have had a decent size cock from the very loud sounds of his sessions, that "OMGs" from the women, etc. I have to admit, I became voyeuristic and couldn't wait to listen in as Frank went at it again with someone else. One night I ran into him in the hall on the way to the john as he was leaving his room after doing some lady. Damn was he hung! He had to be about 8 inches and completely flaccid. It was dangling there, swinging, much bigger than my own dick which was only 4 inches soft and nearly 6 hard. You could tell that he just got done making love. Now I knew what all the OMGs were about.
One night, after several months, I woke up when Tom knocked on my bedroom door. I got up and there he was, embarrassed, asking for a condom, with the biggest, hardest cock I ever saw in my life! I can't imagine how long it was, 9.5 inches maybe! I got Frank a condom and went back to bed. I was embarrassed too because the only condoms I owned were meant for anal sex and Tom didn’t know I was gay. But I guess he was too excited to notice this. And I was excited too: I wanted to see his meat trophy at work and was tired of only being able to listen to the fuck sounds through the thin wall which separated our dorm rooms. So I don’t know what got into me but I was so turned on by the girl’s screams on the other side of the wall that I climbed out of the bed and through my window: thank God I had a room on the first floor of the building and I noticed that Tom’s window was open – it was a very warm night and we had no air-conditioning – and the curtains were open. There was Tom, taking a small-titted girl with that big dick of his from behind. She had a small ass, but very firm. I got a raging watching Tom pound her from behind with his big dick.
"Oh my god, it feels like it's in my tummy!" she panted.
She began to whimper as she went back and forth, meeting his thrusts. After several minutes, he quickened his pace and began to drive his cock into her a little more forcefully.
Her face expressed the incredible cocktail of pleasure she was feeling.
"Oh, my god!" she panted breathlessly. "Oh my god, it so big…it’s much bigger than my boyfriend’s…ooooo!!!"
Expert cocksman that he was, Tom knew just how to avoid hitting this slut's cervix too forcefully on the intake.
"Fuck me!!!" she howled. "Oh god, yes, don't stop!!! PLEASE DON"T STOP!!!"
Then Tom finally came, and splashed deep inside her pussy. And I came too, jerking off in the open air and afraid I would get caught. But I was so horny and I wanted some big cock of my own.
A couple of months ago, I got new neighbors. They were Mark, who works as an airline pilot, and his wife Cheryl, who used to be a flight attendant and ishe is very pretty. They have no children but wanted some badly. Both of them are in great shape. Jim's about 6'5” and very athletic. He is about 50 years old with Cheryl being at least 25 years younger. She is about 5' 4" and stacked with what have to be at least D cup sized tits.
I became friends with them pretty soon, especially with Cheryl. We aren't best friends, but she sits around and drinks coffee at least a few times each month. Sometimes we even had dinner together with Mark having to travel a lot for work. We would discuss a lot of things: I found out that she was a very sweet and naïve woman who loved her husband a lot.
One Tuesday afternoon I was sitting in my garden when the doorbell rang. Cheryl was at my front door with a bottle of wine. “Hi…would you care for some Chardonnay Mark and I opened last night. He’s out on a trip to New York and won’t be back for another three days. Can I come in?”
"Go ahead!" I replied. I really liked having her around.
After the usual chit chat she suddenly changed her tone of voice.
“Chad….can I ask you something personal?”
“Sure” I said, not really knowing what was coming.
"I'm …..I’m….I’m sorry this is embarrassing.”
“Come on, spit it out!”, I said while I poored us two more glasses of wine.
"Or marriage is great. I mean, we are having a great time. But our love life…I mean, how do I say this?"
"Just spit it out, honey. You know I won’t tell anyone", I said, a little excited.
“I don’t wanna bother you with this. But I don’t know anyone around here. And I’d rather die then discuss this with my mother….Chad, you as a gay man, I want to ask you something…
It’s Mark…he has changed….the last few months he wants rough sex. And I don’t like that. It hurts because….Mark is big”.
My heart started pounding but I now I pretended to be naïve.
"What do you mean? He's hitting you?"
"No Chad. He's BIG down THERE!" she continued pointing between her legs. This remark hit me in the brain…and in the pants. Imagine my 50-year old neighbour having a big cock. Mmmmm.
"But hadn't you two made love before your wedding?"
"Yes, many times but not like this. It is all the time and he is thick and long and well ... too big to be doing it so often!"
“Do you use use lubricant?” I asked.
Then, fuck!, my cell phone rang. It was my assistant Barbra and she needed me at work. So I rounded off our conversation and both left, leaving me with a throbbing hard-on and all I could do is think about how big Mark would be….Maybe Cheryl was just exaggerating. Besides, there’s no such thing as a cock that’s too big. After all, I’m no saint, I’ve been there.
Sex with Corey is not at all uninspiring and repetitive, but his size is such that ass fucking and cock sucking is unfulfilling. I knew from having had past lovers with larger erections that the loose, 'un-stretched' sensation I experienced with my boyfriend was not all there was for me to experience. His length is such that he fails to touch me in places that I need to be touched.
My fascination for big cocks started in college. I had this really hot roommate, Tom, and he was the athlete every college wished for. Tom was never at a loss for bringing home women after a good night out. I knew he was a good lover and that he must have had a decent size cock from the very loud sounds of his sessions, that "OMGs" from the women, etc. I have to admit, I became voyeuristic and couldn't wait to listen in as Frank went at it again with someone else. One night I ran into him in the hall on the way to the john as he was leaving his room after doing some lady. Damn was he hung! He had to be about 8 inches and completely flaccid. It was dangling there, swinging, much bigger than my own dick which was only 4 inches soft and nearly 6 hard. You could tell that he just got done making love. Now I knew what all the OMGs were about.
One night, after several months, I woke up when Tom knocked on my bedroom door. I got up and there he was, embarrassed, asking for a condom, with the biggest, hardest cock I ever saw in my life! I can't imagine how long it was, 9.5 inches maybe! I got Frank a condom and went back to bed. I was embarrassed too because the only condoms I owned were meant for anal sex and Tom didn’t know I was gay. But I guess he was too excited to notice this. And I was excited too: I wanted to see his meat trophy at work and was tired of only being able to listen to the fuck sounds through the thin wall which separated our dorm rooms. So I don’t know what got into me but I was so turned on by the girl’s screams on the other side of the wall that I climbed out of the bed and through my window: thank God I had a room on the first floor of the building and I noticed that Tom’s window was open – it was a very warm night and we had no air-conditioning – and the curtains were open. There was Tom, taking a small-titted girl with that big dick of his from behind. She had a small ass, but very firm. I got a raging watching Tom pound her from behind with his big dick.
"Oh my god, it feels like it's in my tummy!" she panted.
She began to whimper as she went back and forth, meeting his thrusts. After several minutes, he quickened his pace and began to drive his cock into her a little more forcefully.
Her face expressed the incredible cocktail of pleasure she was feeling.
"Oh, my god!" she panted breathlessly. "Oh my god, it so big…it’s much bigger than my boyfriend’s…ooooo!!!"
Expert cocksman that he was, Tom knew just how to avoid hitting this slut's cervix too forcefully on the intake.
"Fuck me!!!" she howled. "Oh god, yes, don't stop!!! PLEASE DON"T STOP!!!"
Then Tom finally came, and splashed deep inside her pussy. And I came too, jerking off in the open air and afraid I would get caught. But I was so horny and I wanted some big cock of my own.
A couple of months ago, I got new neighbors. They were Mark, who works as an airline pilot, and his wife Cheryl, who used to be a flight attendant and ishe is very pretty. They have no children but wanted some badly. Both of them are in great shape. Jim's about 6'5” and very athletic. He is about 50 years old with Cheryl being at least 25 years younger. She is about 5' 4" and stacked with what have to be at least D cup sized tits.
I became friends with them pretty soon, especially with Cheryl. We aren't best friends, but she sits around and drinks coffee at least a few times each month. Sometimes we even had dinner together with Mark having to travel a lot for work. We would discuss a lot of things: I found out that she was a very sweet and naïve woman who loved her husband a lot.
One Tuesday afternoon I was sitting in my garden when the doorbell rang. Cheryl was at my front door with a bottle of wine. “Hi…would you care for some Chardonnay Mark and I opened last night. He’s out on a trip to New York and won’t be back for another three days. Can I come in?”
"Go ahead!" I replied. I really liked having her around.
After the usual chit chat she suddenly changed her tone of voice.
“Chad….can I ask you something personal?”
“Sure” I said, not really knowing what was coming.
"I'm …..I’m….I’m sorry this is embarrassing.”
“Come on, spit it out!”, I said while I poored us two more glasses of wine.
"Or marriage is great. I mean, we are having a great time. But our love life…I mean, how do I say this?"
"Just spit it out, honey. You know I won’t tell anyone", I said, a little excited.
“I don’t wanna bother you with this. But I don’t know anyone around here. And I’d rather die then discuss this with my mother….Chad, you as a gay man, I want to ask you something…
It’s Mark…he has changed….the last few months he wants rough sex. And I don’t like that. It hurts because….Mark is big”.
My heart started pounding but I now I pretended to be naïve.
"What do you mean? He's hitting you?"
"No Chad. He's BIG down THERE!" she continued pointing between her legs. This remark hit me in the brain…and in the pants. Imagine my 50-year old neighbour having a big cock. Mmmmm.
"But hadn't you two made love before your wedding?"
"Yes, many times but not like this. It is all the time and he is thick and long and well ... too big to be doing it so often!"
“Do you use use lubricant?” I asked.
Then, fuck!, my cell phone rang. It was my assistant Barbra and she needed me at work. So I rounded off our conversation and both left, leaving me with a throbbing hard-on and all I could do is think about how big Mark would be….Maybe Cheryl was just exaggerating. Besides, there’s no such thing as a cock that’s too big. After all, I’m no saint, I’ve been there.
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