Based on the comic by Chaz. I changed some of the dialog and plan on going past the original story.
"Boy, you sure have a big one, Nate?"
"It is? I don't know..."
Nate and his friend Penn were sitting on Nate's bed. Penn's hard cock was dwarfed by leaps and bounds by the semi that flopped out of Nate's briefs. Penn was a good 6 or 6 1/2 inches hard, but Nate's half-flaccid hammer was a good 8 or 9 inches and almost as big around as Penn's dick was from tip to crotch.
"Yeah, a few weeks ago my teammates and I had a naked swim. The biggest cock there was about just as big hard as yours is soft."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I bet yours is a foot long when it gets hard."
Penn began to stroke Nate's cock with one hand while trying to get a handful of Nate's nuts. "And you've got heavy balls, too. I bet you shoot a big load." Penn tried to suck Nate's cock. Nate was bi but Penn was a 1 or 2 on the Kinsey scale. But while Penn was willing to deep throat this massive cock between his friend's legs, his lips were far from capable. Penn ran his hand and tongue up Nate's shaft while stroking his own cock with his free hand. Eventually, the two barely-legal twinks blew their loads onto their respective shirts. Penn's load was pathetic compared to what practically drenched Nate's shirt. The boys took their shirts off and threw on a shirt from Nate's dresser.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. That just felt SO good."
"I bet. When was the last time you nutted?"
"Just this morning. I was thinking about Samantha from Algebra class and---"
"Jesus Christ, Nate! You blew a load like that not even a day after your last nut? This was my first one in almost a week! Goddamn, Nate! I mean, respect is given but... you ever think you might be..."
"What?"
"Too big to fuck?"
Those words echoed in Nate's head all that afternoon. That night, as he sat in bed he took off his pants and briefs. Wearing only a tight white tank top that was a size too tight and really clung to his lean, muscular torso, he stroked his cock and wondered. "Maybe I am too big." Not even hard yet and it exuded strength and power. "It sure feels good, though." He walked over to his dresser and grabbed a rule that he pressed against his cock. Even at half-mast it was still a respectable 8 inches long. "No way Samantha would want this. She probably couldn't even take it if she did want it. But it DOES feel good in the hand." He noticed it get harder and stronger. At full mast it was too big to measure with the ruler. The base of the head was now above the end of the ruler, and the shaft was now far too fat for one hand. He reached for a tape measure and got a more accurate measurement.
"Thirteen inches? Holy SHIT! And eight inches around? Maybe I am too big to fuck?"
The sight of his reflection caught his eye. He took off his shirt and admired his young, lean muscular body and strong, formidable cock jutting out from his toned thighs. He had an enviable body. Between his broad shoulders and lean waist was a killer set of tight pecs and nearly eight defined abdominal muscles across a smooth, hairless chest. He began to beat off his donkey dick hard and fast. Soon, he felt a load about to erupt. He leapt into bed and aimed his cock's head at his mouth. He managed to get all but a few of the white, hot seed into his mouth, with the few stray shots landing in his sandy blonde hair and his chest.
"At least I'm not too big to wank."
While his hard, dense arms provided him with the strength to do what could very well be a two-man job, he still ended up sore. He fell asleep soon after. The alarm went off around 6:30 the next morning. A still-naked Nate got up and noticed his morning wood demanding attention. His arms were still a bit sore, but he knew that waiting for it to go down on its own was out of the question. Even a cold shower wouldn't work. After an encore of last night's solo, a cold shower and trying (and mostly failing) to keep his cock soft while getting dressed, he dashed off to school. By the time his free period arrived, he dashed to Coach Dirk Hanson's office.
On the other side of the door stood Coach Hanson, a 6'4" tall man as strong as he was swarthy. He used to be a bodybuilder up until 15 years ago, but age and retirement from his previous career did very little to diminish his amazing physique. "What's up, Nate? Is something bothering you," Coach asked, his kind eyes sparkled as his equally kind smile shown from his manly beard. Nate walked up to the bull of a man before him and gestured awkwardly to his crotch. "You got the crabs, son?" He chuckled, his meaty pecs bounced as he did, as did something else meaty in his grey sweatpants.
"It's not that, Coach," Nate said as he whipped out his fully erect manhood. He slowly disrobed as Coach stood dumbstruck by Nate's masculine member. "Some of the boys say I'm too big." Coach crouched down and looked up at Nate, a rock hard twunk with the power of the gods between his toned, sinewy legs. "Fuck, you are big, son. REAL big!" His eyes lit up. "Do YOU think I'm too big to fuck?" Coach walked over to his desk and pulled out a bottle and the biggest condom he could find. "We'll find out soon, boy!" Coach put the condom onto the god-cocked teen, and as Nate began to lube his formidable phallus, Coach stripped down to nothing, showing off an age-defying body that'd put most superhero actors to shame. "Slip it right in here, boy. If I can take it, you're OK!" Nate pressed the tip against Coach's hole and found very little give.
"You're so tight, Coach. I don't know if I can get it in!"
"Keep pushing it in deeper, boy!"
Nate obeyed and soon he was balls deep in Coach's ass, pulling out and pushing in slowly at first before building up speed. Soon the sound of Coach's rock-hard ass being repeatedly slapped by Nate's even harder thighs interrupted the groans and grunts. "Aww, Coach, you feel so good! Oh, fuck!" Between gasps and grunts, Coach managed to go, "Fuck me, boy. Fuck me hard!" Soon, Nate's pelvis was jackhammering away at Coach's ass. Nate's grip around Coach's waist tightened more and more as their pants and moans of ecstasy reached near-climax.
"Aww, Coach. I'm gonna cum!"
"Me too, boy. Let it rip!"
"Oh, I'm cumming!"
"Me, too, boy! Me, too!"
Nate's whole body tensed with each shot, his every sinew perfectly pronounced. He pulled out and noticed that the condom broke. Coach's hole leaked Nate's thick, creamy spunk. "Aw, shit, Coach. I'm sorry." Coach got up and turned to face Nate, his meaty, hairy pecs at eye level with the newly-christened top. "Don't be. That was the best fuck I've had in ages! You know, if I can trust you, can I tell you a secret?" Nate didn't hesitate. "Sure!" Coach pulled out his phone and showed Nate a video from back when Coach was in his 20s. But it wasn't from his bodybuilding days. "While you may know I used to be a professional bodybuilder, I used to have a secret career." The younger version of Coach was buck naked in a hot tub in the middle of a threeway with three equally buff guys. "A long time ago, I lead a double life as a gay porn star. And if you're interested, I still have contacts in the industry. And there's plenty of opportunities for a young stud like yourself. Here's their number."
The rest of the day, Nate thought about Coach's admission. He used to think his tube steak was too big to fuck, and now, that couldn't be farther from the truth. Nate looked at the card and later on in the week, he called it.
"Hello? Is this Leland Harcort of Ludus Studios? My name is Nate Fenton, and I was given your card from a... Rex Ashwood?"
"Did you say Nate Fenton? Got a call from one of my former stars about you. Would you be able to schedule a meeting sometime this Saturday around 2pm?"
After a bit more back and back, Nate scheduled a meeting with a porn studio a few towns over. He went over to his laptop to do more research on Ludus Studio. They've been around for a long time, but their videos always had one thing in common. All the tops were known for having uncommonly large cocks, cocks that could put the likes of Jeff Stryker and possibly even Chad Hunt to shame. He also noticed the measurements of all the other tops and realized that the biggest stud in their stable, a horse-cocked Zac Efron lookalke named Rider McNamara, was 11x7. And then Nate looked down at his now hard cock and smiled.
"Boy, you sure have a big one, Nate?"
"It is? I don't know..."
Nate and his friend Penn were sitting on Nate's bed. Penn's hard cock was dwarfed by leaps and bounds by the semi that flopped out of Nate's briefs. Penn was a good 6 or 6 1/2 inches hard, but Nate's half-flaccid hammer was a good 8 or 9 inches and almost as big around as Penn's dick was from tip to crotch.
"Yeah, a few weeks ago my teammates and I had a naked swim. The biggest cock there was about just as big hard as yours is soft."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I bet yours is a foot long when it gets hard."
Penn began to stroke Nate's cock with one hand while trying to get a handful of Nate's nuts. "And you've got heavy balls, too. I bet you shoot a big load." Penn tried to suck Nate's cock. Nate was bi but Penn was a 1 or 2 on the Kinsey scale. But while Penn was willing to deep throat this massive cock between his friend's legs, his lips were far from capable. Penn ran his hand and tongue up Nate's shaft while stroking his own cock with his free hand. Eventually, the two barely-legal twinks blew their loads onto their respective shirts. Penn's load was pathetic compared to what practically drenched Nate's shirt. The boys took their shirts off and threw on a shirt from Nate's dresser.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. That just felt SO good."
"I bet. When was the last time you nutted?"
"Just this morning. I was thinking about Samantha from Algebra class and---"
"Jesus Christ, Nate! You blew a load like that not even a day after your last nut? This was my first one in almost a week! Goddamn, Nate! I mean, respect is given but... you ever think you might be..."
"What?"
"Too big to fuck?"
Those words echoed in Nate's head all that afternoon. That night, as he sat in bed he took off his pants and briefs. Wearing only a tight white tank top that was a size too tight and really clung to his lean, muscular torso, he stroked his cock and wondered. "Maybe I am too big." Not even hard yet and it exuded strength and power. "It sure feels good, though." He walked over to his dresser and grabbed a rule that he pressed against his cock. Even at half-mast it was still a respectable 8 inches long. "No way Samantha would want this. She probably couldn't even take it if she did want it. But it DOES feel good in the hand." He noticed it get harder and stronger. At full mast it was too big to measure with the ruler. The base of the head was now above the end of the ruler, and the shaft was now far too fat for one hand. He reached for a tape measure and got a more accurate measurement.
"Thirteen inches? Holy SHIT! And eight inches around? Maybe I am too big to fuck?"
The sight of his reflection caught his eye. He took off his shirt and admired his young, lean muscular body and strong, formidable cock jutting out from his toned thighs. He had an enviable body. Between his broad shoulders and lean waist was a killer set of tight pecs and nearly eight defined abdominal muscles across a smooth, hairless chest. He began to beat off his donkey dick hard and fast. Soon, he felt a load about to erupt. He leapt into bed and aimed his cock's head at his mouth. He managed to get all but a few of the white, hot seed into his mouth, with the few stray shots landing in his sandy blonde hair and his chest.
"At least I'm not too big to wank."
While his hard, dense arms provided him with the strength to do what could very well be a two-man job, he still ended up sore. He fell asleep soon after. The alarm went off around 6:30 the next morning. A still-naked Nate got up and noticed his morning wood demanding attention. His arms were still a bit sore, but he knew that waiting for it to go down on its own was out of the question. Even a cold shower wouldn't work. After an encore of last night's solo, a cold shower and trying (and mostly failing) to keep his cock soft while getting dressed, he dashed off to school. By the time his free period arrived, he dashed to Coach Dirk Hanson's office.
On the other side of the door stood Coach Hanson, a 6'4" tall man as strong as he was swarthy. He used to be a bodybuilder up until 15 years ago, but age and retirement from his previous career did very little to diminish his amazing physique. "What's up, Nate? Is something bothering you," Coach asked, his kind eyes sparkled as his equally kind smile shown from his manly beard. Nate walked up to the bull of a man before him and gestured awkwardly to his crotch. "You got the crabs, son?" He chuckled, his meaty pecs bounced as he did, as did something else meaty in his grey sweatpants.
"It's not that, Coach," Nate said as he whipped out his fully erect manhood. He slowly disrobed as Coach stood dumbstruck by Nate's masculine member. "Some of the boys say I'm too big." Coach crouched down and looked up at Nate, a rock hard twunk with the power of the gods between his toned, sinewy legs. "Fuck, you are big, son. REAL big!" His eyes lit up. "Do YOU think I'm too big to fuck?" Coach walked over to his desk and pulled out a bottle and the biggest condom he could find. "We'll find out soon, boy!" Coach put the condom onto the god-cocked teen, and as Nate began to lube his formidable phallus, Coach stripped down to nothing, showing off an age-defying body that'd put most superhero actors to shame. "Slip it right in here, boy. If I can take it, you're OK!" Nate pressed the tip against Coach's hole and found very little give.
"You're so tight, Coach. I don't know if I can get it in!"
"Keep pushing it in deeper, boy!"
Nate obeyed and soon he was balls deep in Coach's ass, pulling out and pushing in slowly at first before building up speed. Soon the sound of Coach's rock-hard ass being repeatedly slapped by Nate's even harder thighs interrupted the groans and grunts. "Aww, Coach, you feel so good! Oh, fuck!" Between gasps and grunts, Coach managed to go, "Fuck me, boy. Fuck me hard!" Soon, Nate's pelvis was jackhammering away at Coach's ass. Nate's grip around Coach's waist tightened more and more as their pants and moans of ecstasy reached near-climax.
"Aww, Coach. I'm gonna cum!"
"Me too, boy. Let it rip!"
"Oh, I'm cumming!"
"Me, too, boy! Me, too!"
Nate's whole body tensed with each shot, his every sinew perfectly pronounced. He pulled out and noticed that the condom broke. Coach's hole leaked Nate's thick, creamy spunk. "Aw, shit, Coach. I'm sorry." Coach got up and turned to face Nate, his meaty, hairy pecs at eye level with the newly-christened top. "Don't be. That was the best fuck I've had in ages! You know, if I can trust you, can I tell you a secret?" Nate didn't hesitate. "Sure!" Coach pulled out his phone and showed Nate a video from back when Coach was in his 20s. But it wasn't from his bodybuilding days. "While you may know I used to be a professional bodybuilder, I used to have a secret career." The younger version of Coach was buck naked in a hot tub in the middle of a threeway with three equally buff guys. "A long time ago, I lead a double life as a gay porn star. And if you're interested, I still have contacts in the industry. And there's plenty of opportunities for a young stud like yourself. Here's their number."
The rest of the day, Nate thought about Coach's admission. He used to think his tube steak was too big to fuck, and now, that couldn't be farther from the truth. Nate looked at the card and later on in the week, he called it.
"Hello? Is this Leland Harcort of Ludus Studios? My name is Nate Fenton, and I was given your card from a... Rex Ashwood?"
"Did you say Nate Fenton? Got a call from one of my former stars about you. Would you be able to schedule a meeting sometime this Saturday around 2pm?"
After a bit more back and back, Nate scheduled a meeting with a porn studio a few towns over. He went over to his laptop to do more research on Ludus Studio. They've been around for a long time, but their videos always had one thing in common. All the tops were known for having uncommonly large cocks, cocks that could put the likes of Jeff Stryker and possibly even Chad Hunt to shame. He also noticed the measurements of all the other tops and realized that the biggest stud in their stable, a horse-cocked Zac Efron lookalke named Rider McNamara, was 11x7. And then Nate looked down at his now hard cock and smiled.
