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“Did you see the size of his dick,” my girlfriend Carrie exclaimed. The excitement and expressiveness in her voice revealed the thing that bothered me the most, she had noticed. I had always wanted to believe that when it came to her or most women penis size didn’t matter. They had eyes to see of course but really didn’t care of pay attention. All experts on the subject would tell you that same thing for most women and I wanted to believe it as for myself being average sized at best. Maybe size didn’t matter to her either but just the way she had blurted out her comment to me sure made it clear she was at least observant and fascinated.
So who was Carrie referencing?
Two years ago, as avid hikers on vacation we had parked our R.V. in an area of Joshua Tree National Park where only a few other R.V.’s and tents were spread out. The area was off road and somewhat of an unofficial area rather than a formal campground. However, it was next to a hiking trail and so we had stayed overnight and then hiked returning late in the day. We were of course sweaty, dirty from the trail, and heading to shower inside our R.V. As we walked the way back around these rocks there was this older guy rinsing himself off with a bucket and big loofah sponge by his tent standing completely naked. No one was around and I guess he didn’t anticipate people coming around the corner from the remote trail. But, I could see why he wouldn’t have cared either because hanging between his legs was cannon. I was impressed with what I saw. Here was a guy a little overweight, probably late 50’s, average height but a massive somewhat fleshy uncut penis that hopefully was at least slightly erect based upon it’s big size. However, the skin was hanging loosely over the head so it certainly appeared like a long fat fleshy soft penis with a lot of wrinkles that gave the impression there was a lot of room for even more growth. Plus, it was big hanging and thus hard to take your eyes off of it. His balls looked big as well, well the whole apparatus represented to me the top masculine look a man could possibly have. Yet, that was me and my thinking whereas I had no idea of what my girlfriend was thinking. However, as soon as we got inside the R.V. to shower she made that excited comment about his size.
Our clothes were full of dirt and dust so we stripped right inside the door and the R.V. shower is small but we can both fit in to clean together. Now I know those reading may want an estimate of his soft size. I’m about 3” soft and he certainly was at least double me in length and thickness. My girlfriend continued the conversation. “Wow, he had some penis” as she sort of laughed. I asked her as we were showering, “have you ever wondered what it would be like to fuck a guy like that?” “No, it would hurt and he wasn’t even hard!!!!! “She almost breathlessly exclaimed revealing instead to me her curiosity or excitement. I couldn’t help also being excited and not just the sight of him but her obvious reaction. My excitement was revealed as I had a hard-on sticking straight out at her. She laughed again and said, “Well someone’s excited.” With that she went down on me, and then turned around bending over and having me fuck her from behind. I slipped easily inside her as she was wet and I figured despite her negative pain comment she was obviously turned-on. We had very heated but quick sex and I came thinking about what it must be like to have such a big penis to fuck a girl with. My thought at the moment was how much easier it would be to have sex as you wouldn’t have to be so close to another body with a penis that had so much length and could do a lot more movement than I could. Plus, I imagined with a penis so big the owner of it would have more to feel too.
Having hiked, had sex, and back in our R.V. we went to sleep. Next thing I knew it was in the middle of the night and Carrie said let’s get up. Why? Well, out in the wilderness like we were there is no light pollution. So, we were able to go outside and see the stars of our universe in their uninterrupted glory. It was totally dark otherwise and eerily quiet. The wind at times would kick up with some power and then almost stop like a giant snoring in and out. We sat on a picnic bench located outside between the R.V. and the hung guy’s tent. Carrie and I lay back on each bench so we could look straight up while softly talking. Suddenly, we heard some rustling inside the tent, the flap open and a voice saying in a slightly concerned but perhaps annoyed voice, “Who’s there?” Sorry, I announced, we are just enjoying the stars. The man shut the tent flap and I supposed went back to sleep. Carrie and I stayed outside for maybe another 20 minutes and then went back to bed.
The next morning when I woke up Carrie was not there. Normally, she might have fixed breakfast as she liked to cook, but when I called out there was no answer. I got up and put on some running shorts and tee-shirt and looked outside. Carrie was sitting on the same picnic bench and across from her was that well-endowed older guy talking to her. I opened the door to the R.V. and Carrie waved to me shouting, “There’s coffee on the table, Come join us and meet Jerry.” I rushed to fix a cup and go outside. I shook Jerry hand and Carrie acted like the hostess doing introductions versus Jerry talking at first. “Jerry retired last May, he was a school teacher. He’s traveling by himself exploring the West. “Carrie had apparently obtained his story. Being close now to him, I realized that he was older than I had thought. As we talked and with his older age, it was almost like he was the teacher talking to us youngsters. Jerry went on to explain that with his pension combined with an early social security retirement he had freedom now. He talked about how it sucked to be a teacher the past few years and just engaged in normal conversation about us, the area, etc. However, at a point in the conversation he smiled and apologized for having been nude when we had walked by the day before. “Unlike you, I just have the tent and nowhere else to shower and just my little portable stove to cook.” Carrie, ever the hostess immediately said, “You can shower in our R.V. and I love to cook why don’t you have dinner with us tonight.” After the obligatory, I don’t want to be a bother routine; Jerry looking at Carrie thanked her and said something to the effect that I owe you. Even though he was almost 40 years older than us, it seemed like he was flirting with Carrie just in the tone of voice rather than the words within the conversation. I couldn’t tell if Carrie was flirting back but she certainly seemed to enjoy talking with Jerry. What was interesting is normally Carrie was a shy person and others sometimes thought she was unfriendly.
We parted ways and Carrie and I drove to town to buy supplies and do a little sightseeing on the way. We talked and I asked Carrie what she was up to. “Oh, I am just being nice.” I asked, “Do you want to do something with him.” She responded, “Oh God no, he’s too old.” I said well you could always give the poor guy a blow-job as when we had talked Jerry shared his wife had passed away from cancer and now retired he was on his own. Carrie laughed and said well maybe a hand-job; it would be fun to see how big it gets!” I looked at her and couldn’t tell if she was joking or not but I instantly had a hard-on. I said, “Would you really” and Carrie laughed looking at me. “Wow, it turns you on” she then added kind of surprised. “It would be different, that’s for sure” That ended the conversation. I was not sure at that point if it was just a joke to her. She had never been someone I would consider wild.
So who was Carrie referencing?
Two years ago, as avid hikers on vacation we had parked our R.V. in an area of Joshua Tree National Park where only a few other R.V.’s and tents were spread out. The area was off road and somewhat of an unofficial area rather than a formal campground. However, it was next to a hiking trail and so we had stayed overnight and then hiked returning late in the day. We were of course sweaty, dirty from the trail, and heading to shower inside our R.V. As we walked the way back around these rocks there was this older guy rinsing himself off with a bucket and big loofah sponge by his tent standing completely naked. No one was around and I guess he didn’t anticipate people coming around the corner from the remote trail. But, I could see why he wouldn’t have cared either because hanging between his legs was cannon. I was impressed with what I saw. Here was a guy a little overweight, probably late 50’s, average height but a massive somewhat fleshy uncut penis that hopefully was at least slightly erect based upon it’s big size. However, the skin was hanging loosely over the head so it certainly appeared like a long fat fleshy soft penis with a lot of wrinkles that gave the impression there was a lot of room for even more growth. Plus, it was big hanging and thus hard to take your eyes off of it. His balls looked big as well, well the whole apparatus represented to me the top masculine look a man could possibly have. Yet, that was me and my thinking whereas I had no idea of what my girlfriend was thinking. However, as soon as we got inside the R.V. to shower she made that excited comment about his size.
Our clothes were full of dirt and dust so we stripped right inside the door and the R.V. shower is small but we can both fit in to clean together. Now I know those reading may want an estimate of his soft size. I’m about 3” soft and he certainly was at least double me in length and thickness. My girlfriend continued the conversation. “Wow, he had some penis” as she sort of laughed. I asked her as we were showering, “have you ever wondered what it would be like to fuck a guy like that?” “No, it would hurt and he wasn’t even hard!!!!! “She almost breathlessly exclaimed revealing instead to me her curiosity or excitement. I couldn’t help also being excited and not just the sight of him but her obvious reaction. My excitement was revealed as I had a hard-on sticking straight out at her. She laughed again and said, “Well someone’s excited.” With that she went down on me, and then turned around bending over and having me fuck her from behind. I slipped easily inside her as she was wet and I figured despite her negative pain comment she was obviously turned-on. We had very heated but quick sex and I came thinking about what it must be like to have such a big penis to fuck a girl with. My thought at the moment was how much easier it would be to have sex as you wouldn’t have to be so close to another body with a penis that had so much length and could do a lot more movement than I could. Plus, I imagined with a penis so big the owner of it would have more to feel too.
Having hiked, had sex, and back in our R.V. we went to sleep. Next thing I knew it was in the middle of the night and Carrie said let’s get up. Why? Well, out in the wilderness like we were there is no light pollution. So, we were able to go outside and see the stars of our universe in their uninterrupted glory. It was totally dark otherwise and eerily quiet. The wind at times would kick up with some power and then almost stop like a giant snoring in and out. We sat on a picnic bench located outside between the R.V. and the hung guy’s tent. Carrie and I lay back on each bench so we could look straight up while softly talking. Suddenly, we heard some rustling inside the tent, the flap open and a voice saying in a slightly concerned but perhaps annoyed voice, “Who’s there?” Sorry, I announced, we are just enjoying the stars. The man shut the tent flap and I supposed went back to sleep. Carrie and I stayed outside for maybe another 20 minutes and then went back to bed.
The next morning when I woke up Carrie was not there. Normally, she might have fixed breakfast as she liked to cook, but when I called out there was no answer. I got up and put on some running shorts and tee-shirt and looked outside. Carrie was sitting on the same picnic bench and across from her was that well-endowed older guy talking to her. I opened the door to the R.V. and Carrie waved to me shouting, “There’s coffee on the table, Come join us and meet Jerry.” I rushed to fix a cup and go outside. I shook Jerry hand and Carrie acted like the hostess doing introductions versus Jerry talking at first. “Jerry retired last May, he was a school teacher. He’s traveling by himself exploring the West. “Carrie had apparently obtained his story. Being close now to him, I realized that he was older than I had thought. As we talked and with his older age, it was almost like he was the teacher talking to us youngsters. Jerry went on to explain that with his pension combined with an early social security retirement he had freedom now. He talked about how it sucked to be a teacher the past few years and just engaged in normal conversation about us, the area, etc. However, at a point in the conversation he smiled and apologized for having been nude when we had walked by the day before. “Unlike you, I just have the tent and nowhere else to shower and just my little portable stove to cook.” Carrie, ever the hostess immediately said, “You can shower in our R.V. and I love to cook why don’t you have dinner with us tonight.” After the obligatory, I don’t want to be a bother routine; Jerry looking at Carrie thanked her and said something to the effect that I owe you. Even though he was almost 40 years older than us, it seemed like he was flirting with Carrie just in the tone of voice rather than the words within the conversation. I couldn’t tell if Carrie was flirting back but she certainly seemed to enjoy talking with Jerry. What was interesting is normally Carrie was a shy person and others sometimes thought she was unfriendly.
We parted ways and Carrie and I drove to town to buy supplies and do a little sightseeing on the way. We talked and I asked Carrie what she was up to. “Oh, I am just being nice.” I asked, “Do you want to do something with him.” She responded, “Oh God no, he’s too old.” I said well you could always give the poor guy a blow-job as when we had talked Jerry shared his wife had passed away from cancer and now retired he was on his own. Carrie laughed and said well maybe a hand-job; it would be fun to see how big it gets!” I looked at her and couldn’t tell if she was joking or not but I instantly had a hard-on. I said, “Would you really” and Carrie laughed looking at me. “Wow, it turns you on” she then added kind of surprised. “It would be different, that’s for sure” That ended the conversation. I was not sure at that point if it was just a joke to her. She had never been someone I would consider wild.