Part II: Frigid EX-g/f Leaves, BigDick is Mine

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  1. Standard Deviant

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    I had been a TOTAL homophobe before my ex girlfriend Alex had brought Dick home from the nude beach with us and became his --or should I say his cock's-- personal 24/7 size worshipper. Oh, I had ALWAYS been fascinated by the SIGHT of big penises in porn and in the shower at the college gym, but I couldn’t imagine touching a guy. So when Alex completely abandoned any interest in my own desperately needy cock the moment this awesome new alpha male entered our household, and instantly began giving him ALL the attention and NONE to me, it was with as much with awe, admiration and pure lust as it was with envy that I watched her express her constant desire for Dick's massive ten-inch prick--a desire she had NEVER had for my more-than-adequate but less-than-stunning 7.5 incher. Her desire for his giant tool never waned, but only continued to intensify, grow and unfold with each hot, saliva-and-cum-drenched session they had, right out in the open, in MY apartment, right in front of me.

    My initial protests to Alex when I had her off to one side that first afternoon, "Why are you doing this to me!" and "What am I supposed to do about it, I can't make my cock bigger!" were met with a calm,matter-of-fact, "Well, what am I supposed to do about it, either?!!" from her. "After all," she explained, "I can't help it that his giant cock turns me on so much that I can't keep my eyes, hands or mouth off of it. Just LOOKING at Dick's cock makes me cream! It’s only natural. I can’t deny it. I can’t resist it. You always wanted me to be more sexual, didn’t you? Don't take it so personally!"

    The other tactic I attempted, asking her, "Doesn't it hurt your throat to take that huge thing so deep?" only brought the carefree retort, "Heck, no! I love the challenge." It came so quickly I knew she really meant it, and wasn't saying it just to take a dig at me, though her aloofness about it certainly contributed to the fact that it stung like a taunt. That first morning after the night he moved in, the three of us at the breakfast table naked as jaybirds (Dick, of course, with his chair pulled back from the table and his legs wide open to welcome a constant viewing by all), she joked about how sore her jaws were while trying to chew granola. "Wow," she complained, touching her fingers to her jaw, "I can hardly chew." But she quickly added, gazing at Dick's humongous package, reddened and distended from her obsessive oral attention, which had continued all night since the preceding afternoon, and looking up at Dick's face just long enough to wink, then back down to where they usually were focused--glued to his commanding cock: "Don't worry--I like it! It hurts in a good way! I can't wait til I get more practice building up my jaw muscles!" Naturally, it was only a matter of seconds before his towering penis sprang up on cue and she was kneeling on the cool kitchen floor, working out her mouth muscles, and his big love muscle, again...

    I felt certain that a big part of what got her to scurry to Dick's dick, in addition to the obvious erect size of it, was how much of a constant "shower" he was, and how easily he got huge and stayed huge. It had the effect of compelling women to immerse their orifices onto his organ like a powerful erotic electromagnet. I could get pretty big with some work, but I never STARTED big, in fact I looked small when soft, and my cock wouldn't stick out far until the base was pushed against. Alex would take one look at Dick's extreme shower from across the room and dash to service him: "Oh, you NEED me again, don't you, big boy?!" It must be great to have a "confident cock," I thought. He KNOWS that if he gets hard, it will be impossible for women to resist. My dick, on the other hand, was always sort of introverted--hiding out, embarrassed, shy because it needed to be worked on so much to achieve its full size. With a cock like his, how COULDN'T you be an exhibitionist??? The rewards were constant! And he knew it!

    My last few futile efforts to get her to plant her mouth on my 7.5-incher "just one last time" and get a few last strokes out of her amazingly wide mouth and accomodating throat only brought the same reaction she had always given me when I had attempted to get her to have sex outside of our appointed morning sessions: "Silly boy!" That's all she ever said, "Silly boy." Cold as ice. The brush-off was impenetrable. Totally oblivious to my needs, and uncompromising about doing ONLY what SHE wanted. She had always frustrated me; now she was driving me nuts! My final shot was to suggest maybe it would be fun for her to compare our two cocks (by which I meant, side by side, by sucking mine a little and then his). To this she replied, "What do you think I've been doing?!--and why do you think I can only suck Dick's cock, now! Once I got a taste of that monster... I mean, not that you're small, but compared to you he is just SO big...mmmmm, yummy." She smiled and held both her hands up in front of her face and pantomimed like she was holding his huge cock there and opened her mouth into a wide "O", looking like she was in sheer heaven pretending she was taking it in and out, making love to that massive shaft, closed her eyes and sighed in ecstasy. "Sorry, Babe, but Dick's ten-inch just OWNS me now! The way I can 'throat, he DESERVES me." It was Silly Boy versus Big Boy, and it was no contest.

    I had to admit that the whole situation between her and him and the fact that they had just moved right in on me to use my place for their unbridled lust turned ME on more than “normal” sex with her ever had, too. But at first I thought it was just her reaction to his dick that turned me on, not Dick's cock itself. The way she openly flaunted her desire for him right in front of me. The way his dramatically bigger cock had turned her in the blink of an eye from a prudish, uptight icicle into a hormone-raging, cock-crazed slut who couldn't get enough.

    Over those three weeks that she constantly went for his crotch, either gratefully succumbing to his constant parade of unabashed exhibitionistic boners or pulling his hyper-fluxed wang out and quickly coaxing it hard, she never ceased to gasp and marvel at its size, waving it around, obviously entranced by it, studying and admiring it, licking the underside, flicking her tongue around the head, cooing and babying it, reassuring it of her love and her lust for it, talking directly to it in loving whispers, obeying its every need. Dick just kicked back, tucked his arms behind his head, and took it all for granted. She petted it, nibbled alongside the swollen shaft, jacked it, used both hands to pull the thick outer flesh down and pushed against the base to make it stand out as far as it could, delighted at the spectacle, then gave into its magnetic pull, licking, kissing and mouthing it. She constantly stared at his crotch between sessions, then when she sensed he was ready again immediately and constantly sucked and slurped and kissed and caressed and stroked and serviced his deserving dick, never relenting until he was completely satisfied and bone dry, her swallowing every spurt, splotch and drop or bathing her face and tits in his thick white cum.

    The way she carried on, the combination of envy and vicarious thrill that I felt for both of them was overpowering. I simultaneously imagined what it would be like if I had a cock like Dick's--what it would be like to be able to provoke that kind of instantaneous acceptance and sexual lust and constant attention from a beautiful woman, without any need to "work for it", how I could give so much pleasure to her that she couldn't keep her hands and mouth off of it, but to have it be totally sincere and heartfelt DESIRE on her part--and at the same time I empathized with how hot it was for Alex to have now suddenly found what it took to turn her crank, to blow her skirt, to ring her chimes... to cause her to moan and salivate and orgasm repeatedly just from feeling the super-sensational pressure and mass and length and thickness of his super endowment sliding deep in and out of her gaping, grateful mouth and throat, often without even touching herself, as the intensity of feeling the thick base of that enormous shaft sent waves of passion through her whole being to the point where she couldn't help but cum, even without any contact to her drenched, gaping pussy. It was obvious from the look of adoration she had for his body that it was not just the “meat” aspect, but the symbolism, how much it represented desirability and masculinity to be that incomparably hung. What sent me over the edge most was her ability to take the whole ten inches to the hilt, and imagining how great that must have felt for him!

    Well, I discovered when she left that I must have been identifying with Alex more than I realized, because the night she left us both, it wasn't long before I found myself taking her place as Dick's devoted cock-slave.

    It was on a Friday night. Dick and I had an uneasy sort of alpha male/beta male friendship by the end of the first week he was with us. It was clear by then Alex was never going to touch my cock again, and my initial anger and fear and frustration had been transformed into sheer jackoff frenzy which I resigned myself to completely by Day Two, watching them or reliving in my mind the last “show” or anticipating the next one. I must have blasted off loads more than five times a day every day for the entire first week, and at least two or three times a day following that. I no longer begged or pleaded with her nor asked her why she now refused coldly to "help me out" but instead just gave in to the obvious fact that a bigger penis is more exciting, more satisfying, more stimulating, and had one thing that an average sized cock didn't: it was IRRESISTABLE. The whole thing was so provocative, I couldn’t keep from jerking off in response to it. I thought of it as the world's hottest porn show, and found that I enjoyed it even more than having her suck me!

    I now accepted the superiority of Dick’s dick as an indisputable fact.

    Anyway, that last night she lived with us, Alex had wandered off at about 4 p.m. and stayed out way too late, failing to show up until 2:30 am, just when Dick and I were about to call the police to check accident reports. This was unheard of because she had become truly addicted to his penis, literally never being able to go more than a few hours without it. Unlike when it had been just she and I, she called Dick constantly if she had to be out of the house for more than a couple of hours. He was still on unemployment and I was taking summer break, so we were there together all the time. Alex was only gone for three hours in the early afternoon, when she worked a PT job.

    Dick, ever the nudist, often stayed in the buff, that awesome organ swinging in the breeze, until shortly before she would return home, when he would put some sweatpants or jeans on, I think mostly so Alex would have something to open or take off, making the unveiling part of the sex act. When she would phone in to him, I knew it was her by the way his eyes glazed over and by the fact that his pecker would rise up in that inimitable "instant hardon" he would get. I picked up the extension a couple of times, listening to her telling him how she couldn't wait to get home to "have" him again...It didn't surprise me that she was so addicted to his cock, though, or that she worshipped him for it so, because it also never ceased to amaze me how surprising it was to see how beautiful his size was or how huge it got. Every time I saw his flaccid cock, I was amazed at how big it was and could not take my eyes off of it. But every time I saw it hard, I was even more amazed. You just never get used to the surprise involved.

    She would be on the phone asking him, "Are you all hard and big for me? I can't wait to suck you again. I want to suck your big cock the second I get home. You deserve it. You have what I want. You have what I need. You have what ALL girls need. I love the way your dick is so big, how it reaches all the way down my throat. I love what a challenge it is to take every inch down and suck your balls dry. Nobody ever turned me on like you do, Dick..." I was amazed Dick would never jack off from this, though he would grab hold of the base and hang on to the fully extended protrusion while she teased him. I know he wanted to save his loads for her, but sometimes her words were so hot, I would have thought he might have blown involuntarily!

    It was just that Thursday, the night before Alex left, that I found myself wondering what it would be like to actually touch Dick’s cock, instead of just admiring it from a few feet away. In the past, I had totally blocked any such thoughts. The few times they began entering my mind, I caught myself and diverted the direction of my thinking from them. I had always been completely happy to let Alex take care of the experience and remain outside of it, vicariously basking in the radiant sexual energy that was half-roasting me as I took in the visual miracle before me. No porn show had ever come close to this.

    It was that Friday night that Alex came home so late, with another tall, geeky looking dude, this time blonde and with flushed pink cheeks. “Alex! Where WERE you!!” we both exclaimed. It took her about ten minutes to brusquely brush off our concern and ask us to leave her and her new friend alone. Long story short, she told us he was “even bigger” than Dick, in fact “almost as big as you two put together,” and she was going to move in with him. They kissed passionately and said good night, she slept on the couch and got up early to get her things together, and her new friend arrived in the morning with a U-Haul trailer and whisked her away.

    During the night, Dick slept in his usual place, in Alex’s bed next to me. I wanted to say, “Now you have an idea how I felt when you moved in,” but the conversation went in a much more productive direction, instead. HE offered the sentiment to ME. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” he began. He moved over next to me and put his arm around me, squeezing my shoulder in a buddy-buddy way. “If I had thought you wanted to, I would have invited you to join in with us. But it seemed like you were enjoying watching us. Did you ever want to join in? Was the reason you never did because Alex didn’t want you to?”

    His sincerity melted my heart and I reached around and put my hand on his back. I was surprised at how good his body felt, what a difference between looking and feeling. He was warm and had a kind of "cute" feeling because he was skinny, which negated some of the superiority of his cock--I had forgotten how I was more muscular than him, and wondered if he liked it. If I had consciously thought about it, I would have assumed he would never find me attractive because his cock was so much bigger, and therefore better than mine, how could he find me appealing with that relatively little thing? What would I have to offer him "in return" for what he could give me? Certainly if he was with a male partner, he would want someone hung like him. But then in an instant I wondered if my muscular body would sort of compensate in his mind. After all, he liked Alex, and she didn't have a big cock! I flashed back to the fact that we met at a supposedly gay beach, and got a rush in my balls considering the possibility that maybe he secretly wanted ME, all along, but knew I wasn't ready...

    The whole thing with Alex seemed too ridiculous for me to be bothered by it again, but I wondered about Dick’s feelings. “How about you? Are you devastated?”
    Dick looked down at the floor, a kind of blank expression on his face. For a moment, I really thought he was about to cry. A demonic look crept upon his face as he looked back up and gleefully grinned his famous grin.

    “Hell no,” he laughed. And we both broke up laughing, hoping Alex would hear.
    He got up, slammed the bedroom door and locked it, and returned to bed. I was still sitting there, laughing my guts out now. I felt like talking with him more, but he said, “Let’s just go to bed.” When he then pulled off his pants and stood with that massive cock and balls hanging a few inches from me, I expected him to flop down onto his bed and go to sleep. Instead, he began massaging his junk and the already large, familiar basket of goodies grew and swelled and became part-hard. He was closely studying my face, slightly apprehensive but looking like he was awaiting some kind of confirmation on my part…sort of a look like he was hoping for some particular response, but I wasn’t sure what. I wondered if he was just “putting on a show” for me, perhaps a grand finale, knowing that I had enjoyed watching his dick those past three weeks…My mind filled with questions of just what his angle was, I didn’t want to assume anything for fear of a very embarrassing outcome. It would be such a radical shift in the relationship, I was afraid to make the assumption that I hoped for.

    As I looked back down at his now outwardly-straining equipment, now I could no longer doubt that it was Dick’s cock itself, not just the two of them “performing” in front of me, that was piquing my testosterone levels, because my own cock was becoming rigid in rapid response to the sight of his. The realization that yes, he really was offering to feed that awesome cock to me now finally set in. At first I sort of hid it, but as his dick jumped and twitched and rose majestically to full mast in a matter of 15 seconds, he seemed to be pointing it directly toward my lips and subtly swaying his hips forward as if to entice me to “take it!”, I took hold of my cock and squeezed. I was afraid to touch his, but knew I wanted to not only hold it with my other hand but find out what all the sensation was about with my mouth, lips, tongue and throat, as I had seen Alex do so many times, as well.

    The new perspective of Dick’s monumental penis introduced me to a whole new flood of feelings and ideas about both his erotic gift and his self as a person. I had never seen that exact view, so close up, of the giant, wide, solid looking thick head and gaping, glistening hole. My amazement at the bulging mass and volume of that smooth, squarish, muscular head—a head that was almost half as long as my entire cock, and the feeling of him wanting me to have it, were mind boggling. I felt this warm sense of gratitude and a whole new feeling of appreciation for Dick as a generous, giving person who wasn’t just seeking gratification or blowjobs, but who was happy to share his awesome gift with me. At first my long term homophobic habits made it so hard for me to imagine this was really happening, I resisted admitting how much I wanted. “I can’t,” I told him, “I just couldn’t…I mean, I just can’t…” But then as he pressed the length of his long, hot, wonderful cock against the side of my face, and then raised it up and rubbed the impressive underside across my lips, nose, forehead, finally bringing that immense head down and tapping it on my chin slowly and smiling broadly, tap, tap, tap, tap… I finally finished my sentence with a resigned laugh in my voice, “I just can’t…say no.”

    My mouth opened and I felt my head lunging forward to suck, suck, suck and he gently shoved the long thick shaft deep into my mouth and he moaned as appreciatively as he had with Alex so many times as my hot, wet mouth wetted the immense area of skin as it entered. “Oh, yeah!” he shouted, “SUCK MY COCK!” At first I wondered if he was just doing it for Alex to hear, but then I realized if that was all he wanted, he would have suggested we pretend we were having noisy sex, not actually fucked my face. I took hold of the base of his awesome mega-cock with my free hand, and, upon experiencing the utter amazement of the contrast between my own circumference in one hand and his bulging, unbelievable girth as I discovered I was unable to completely close the fingers and thumb of my large, male hand around it with the other, combined with the overwhelming fleshy sensation of the giant pole thrusting into and out of my mouth, feeding me with sensation, I felt a shudder of sexual energy that started in the base of my throat and ripped through my chest, my whole torso and down into my dick, which was harder than I had ever felt it before, and heard a loud, involuntary moan emit from my throat.

    The feeling in my mouth was like nothing I had ever experienced, and so much more intense than even what my vivid imagination had thought Alex had been experiencing all those times, I felt nothing but pure joy at the discovery. In a way, the sensation reminded me of “pigging out” because the sensation of having my mouth so filled was so extremely rich. It was so—well, sensational. I now found out firsthand why Alex’s mouth salivated so profusely when she held this monster in her lips, or even as she approached and anticipated sucking it. I also suddenly found out how she could cum without touching herself just from the extreme thrill of experiencing a cock like this.

    My emotions see sawed all over the place, between still not quite believing I was capable of indulging in a sex act with a male, and not being able to believe he as a male would want to actually do this with me as another male, and thinking about how it felt even better than it looked, and wondering about Dick’s emotions and feelings and thoughts about me. I knew I would NEVER have done this with a guy whose penis was average or small, but that his awesome size gave me permission to want him—in fact, made it impossible not to. I thought, every male in the world would become bi if they admitted to themselves how superior a big cock like Dick’s was, and if they also had the opportunity to service someone like him. My prevailing thought was one of privilege—how lucky I was to be given this chance to experience a cock so awesome, and how magnanimous he was to give it to me. I felt like I had won the sexual lottery. As my mind swooned, I hoped he would want to just keep standing there in front of me, fucking my face forever.

    The last thing I cared about or wanted was reciprocation. The position we were in--him feeding his dick to my grateful mouth--seemed perfectly right. This is where he bowled me over, literally. As I sucked away, moaning and swallowing as deeply as I could, gagging several times as I attempted to deep throat him before I was at all ready or knew how, I had almost forgotten about my own cock. I had both hands around the base of his, forgetting my own genitals and feeling up the massiveness of it the way I had so often seen Alex do.

    Without pulling out of my face, he gently maneuvered me to lie back onto the bed and positioned himself over me in a 69 position. With me on my back and him on top of me, my head was pinned down with his boned-up ten-incher, but he was fucking my mouth just deep enough, just fast enough, like he could read my mind--giving it to me just the way I wanted it--and I wanted it bad! I loved the idea that he was using me to service this awesome prize dick. I felt honored and my juices were running. I started to wonder, hmm, how do guys do it? Does the smaller guy let the bigger guy cum first, then jack himself off? With men, I would think the first to cum would be too tired to finish the other one off. I decided I wanted to let him cum because, after all, he was the alpha male! His cock DESERVED to cum first, naturally. I reached around his slender hips with both arms and hugged to signal my acceptance and hope he would get the message that I loved the way he was fucking my face and would take his sperm gratefully. I had no need for him to do anything but continue feeding me, it was all I really wanted. But he took my straining penis into his mouth and easily swallowed the entire length of it as effortlessly as my ex had always done. After a few minutes of utter ecstasy, he pulled his mouth off of me for a second and directed me: “Don’t make me cum this time. “I want to get YOU off.”

    I began to object, but couldn’t lift his dick out of my mouth, I was essentially trapped by it. His hips came to a halt. He stopped grinding and stroking his huge long dick in and out, and just pushed in deep enough so that I could still breathe, came to a complete stop, and held it there.

    I felt disappointed. Maybe he isn't the perfect mind-reading lover I thought he was, after all, I thought. I hadn’t thought about having him cum in my mouth but now that he had mentioned it, I really wanted to have the experience. Just the thought of it was so hot, I was losing control. Just as I was about to lose it in anticipation of his hot gizz shooting down my throat, he had turned the tables on me and I felt sort of a mixture of betrayal and puzzlement.

    To make matters worse, he interrupted blowing me once again to pull his mouth off of me and I wondered what he was doing. "What now?!!" I thought, "What a tease!"

    But he had a reason: “You can suck me off again in the morning,” he promised. “Right now just hold me in your mouth and feel me, and tomorrow when you’re up again, you can make me blow. I don’t want to cum right now. Trust me and please accept it." Then he ordered, "I want you to cum in my mouth now.”

    As his head came back down onto my dick I couldn’t believe how good he was at sucking me off, and how easy it was going to be to cum with him. He knew exactly what a male needed. Everything about the tempo, the stroke, the amount of pressure, the timing, the responsiveness to my dick's desires--he knew just how to "push all the right buttons." He gave perfect head. No woman I had ever been with came anywhere close in skill and knowing just what I was feeling, and responding accordingly to make it feel even better. And better, and better. I knew I was very, very close to exploding. Holding his hips still and letting me just salivate and feel the massiveness of his shaft was in a way even hotter than when he was moving in and out. As good as he was at fellating me, it was still not his big talented mouth, enveloping my near-climaxing prick, but his monster penis pushing out the sides of my cheeks and filling my whole head that was sending me over the edge.

    What a prince, I thought. Wow, how sweet, how nice, what a generous, giving, lover, so much kinder than the cruel witch bitch out snoring on the sofa. All the worries I had felt about not being able to give him enjoyment because I was smaller than him were allayed by his reassuring actions. Although I truly wanted to suck him and truly didn't care if he did me, he started off with this demonstration of his empathy and generosity, and I was deeply moved. But all I REALLY wanted was for him to lie back and be the Cock King, the Alpha Male, and to let ME blow HIM. It gave me a thrill to think of getting NO reciprocation--to acknowledge the supremacy of his mammoth cock. As my mind shifted from the feeling of the great blowjob I was receiving back to the feeling of his thickness and the density and mass of his cock, where I really wanted my attention to be, I marveled at the neverending feeling of surprise at the gigantic cock that he was now holding almost motionless in my mouth, allowing me feel how enormous he was and to continue sucking and sizing him up with my mouth but not stroking in and out, so he could avoid ejaculating.

    He lifted his head and used his hand with equally perfect skill just long enough to say, “I want you to let me blow you to completion this first time, because I know that once you start sucking my cock every day, you might get too cock-crazy to let me reciprocate as often as I would like.” The revelation that I was going to get to worship on a regular basis the awesome dick that was now in my mouth —that he was going to give me this incredible gift again and again in the days and hopefully weeks and months to come—and the implication that he knew I would want to lay him back and concentrate on his awesome phallus in exactly the way he suggested, and would let me do it that way, was more than I could handle. As his mouth plunged back down onto my craning penis, with every bit of my attention focused like never before on the power and meaning of that big, beautiful massive shaft that was filling my mouth, and the anticipation of having him again and again and again, I shot about four loads-worth in one heaving, streaming series of powerful bursts of orgasmic nirvana. Starting tomorrow, I would get what I wanted by giving him what he needed and deserved.

    Dick milked me dry, finishing me off by swallowing every drop and then holding me just the right way for just long enough to have had a perfect orgasm, and cleaned me up like a mother cat. I fell asleep with his dick in my mouth, and the next morning he kept his promise to let me start blowing him. I now understood why he made me wait: he wanted me to build up my desire to the point where I would swallow it all: every inch of his cock, every drop of his cum. He also wanted to build up such a huge load that I would be sure to cum right along with him as I chugged on each colossal spurt of hot jizz as it came streaming out of his huge, potent, powerful balls. The next three months, my new roommate kept his promise to let me suck and worship his awesome cock every chance we got…
     
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    Great part II. Are there more in the works?
     
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    Thanks. Maybe. Or something else. Anyone else think these are interesting/fun/hot enough to merit more? Let me know please! These are based on true experiences and feelings but somewhat embellished or pieces from one experience incorporated into pieces of others. The names have been changed to protect the guilt-ridden.
     
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    this DEFINATELY got me off! both parts one and two!

    write more!
     
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    As a child I had similar feelings toward an older cousin. He started out that way with me, doing me first. I worshipped the ground he walked on. When ever we were together he would let me worship his oversized tool. I felt much the same confusion that your caracter felt as I was raised homophobic. It was not until I joined lpsg that I have been able to understand why I felt the way I did toward him.
     
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    Have been making some improvements in these 2 stories and would love to hear more feedback. Should I write a Part III? Thank you for your responses.
     
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    YES!!!!!
     
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    scubahung: :p

    :)

    Loved the stories, I'd love to hear more !!
     
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    Please, SD, continue the story. This is one of the hottest ever ! :)
     
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    Thanks for the encouragement, it might be another week or so before I can get to work on Part III. I like the posts you put up, too. I had seen the first one about four years ago and always liked the message of it, as someone who was strictly straight until I was "converted" to bisexuality when I was bowled over by the beauty and power of the huge cock...
     
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    Sorry, everyone, that I haven't written more yet. Part I was basically a true story, Part II was, sigh, alas, my wishful fantasy with a few fragments of true experiences and feelings laced into it. Still not sure what I want to do with Part III. But I appreciate the messages, public and prvate.
     
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    SD;

    I worship you!!! Your stories are amazingly erotic and get me rock stiff.

    Love the way you write and build up the anticipation.

    Please, do get inspired and write a Part3...and then 4...and...PLEASE>

    Thank you.
     
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    SD:

    I hope you get inspired to write a follow up to this outstanding story, I have re-read it more than once and it always gets me up!!

    Thanks and please think about a sequel.
     
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    This is the time of year I was hot into this relationship. The trip to the nude beach with Alex happened in early June...
     
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    SD:

    Please, oh please, PLEASE, write a Part 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    You re an amazing writer and I love how you have evolved the relationship.

    I get hard everytime I read both parts,the 3rd would be both elcome and appreciated.

    PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!
     
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    I absolutly LOVE part 2. Part one was good too but what would be awesome is a part 3. I almost jizzed all in my paints when i read both of these stories. :D
     
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    Deviant, you truly have a gift! Encore!!!!
     
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    If you're 8"+ c'mon over and I'll get down between your knees and read my stories to you in person between demonstrations described therein... we'll do waaayyy better than "almost."
    :9 ;)
     
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    I am bumping this story up in the hopes that Standard Deviant will grace us with a Part 3...please.

    I love these two stories so much they still get me hard each time I read them.
     
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