All is true, until I tell you it’s not.
I’m a professional in a small community. Pretty good looking and fit for over 50, I present as straight and prefer women for love. However, I have a secret desire to worship a giant penis and testicles and serve its owner as if a pet, cared for lovingly, yet unconditionally admiring and submissive. When I say giant, I don’t mean “big.” I’m saying “tremendous.” The fantasy of exercising and caring for the immense organs, like a million dollar racing stallion fills my thoughts day and night.
I’ve got too much stamina, my drive is strong and I have had tons of sexual experiences with women and couples as a bull, but, my gay/bi experiences had been pretty disappointing. Some were guys crazy, others lied, and none were huge. When I go to the spa, I’m almost always the biggest, and frankly, depending on how you measure, it wouldn’t be considered much of an “above average” number. Fears of poor performance, discovery or disease plague my mind.
I first saw him walking through the crowd at a festival. Probably six and a half feet tall, tan, trim and shirtless, he was wearing what appeared to be white terry cloth basketball shorts, the short shorts from the 70’s, colorful tube socks and high-tops. Close to 50 years old, I assumed he probably played basketball in his youth or currently on a league. Even though his getup was out of place, the thing that really stood out was a tremendous bulge in his crotch, accentuated by the stretched smallish shorts. I’ve seen some nice packages, but this was huge! I’ve also seen some giant bulges from scrotal hernias, but this was clearly a massive cock, supported on a whopping set of testicles. The way he trod, he was clearly confident and proud of the display. No doubt, there was a plethora of endless stares from the ogling crowd as he passed. I was unable get to a better position to see it closely, but the image has been etched in my mind for over five years. I ran into him briefly once more in a conservatively dressed professional situation, but between my fears and the particular situation, sex talk was out of the question.
One day I stepped into the hair salon for a fresh cut and there he sat, almost done. After he left, I started talking to my stylist about him. I’d previously discussed my erotic quirks with her and nothing was off the table. She was kinky, into the fetish scene and had been to a lot of parties that included gay guys. I told her that I heard he was hung and she said, “Oh yeah!” and she proceeded to tell me of a second guy she knew that was really big (more on that later). After that, I knew I had to make contact with both of them and try to fulfill my fantasy.
I don’t remember how I ended up making contact with him, but we actually talked in person and we texted or messaged. He told me that he wore some serious weights around his cock and balls and would show me the “whole rig” sometime. He sent me three pictures, one soft and two hard. A giant! Completely soft, it had to be at least six legitimate inches with an extra large set of heavy balls. I have no way to determine the actual measurements, but I’ve seen a few hundred hard cocks in person, and this is definitely the biggest.
About the same time, I started dating a woman and didn’t want to screw things up with her, so I didn’t resume contact. Later, she gave me a “hall pass” for these sorts of things. I went for another haircut and found out that he had moved away. I tried texting a few times and got no answer. I was at the point where I didn’t want to risk blowing any future chance at experiencing it because I was being a pest, so I gave up…
I’m a professional in a small community. Pretty good looking and fit for over 50, I present as straight and prefer women for love. However, I have a secret desire to worship a giant penis and testicles and serve its owner as if a pet, cared for lovingly, yet unconditionally admiring and submissive. When I say giant, I don’t mean “big.” I’m saying “tremendous.” The fantasy of exercising and caring for the immense organs, like a million dollar racing stallion fills my thoughts day and night.
I’ve got too much stamina, my drive is strong and I have had tons of sexual experiences with women and couples as a bull, but, my gay/bi experiences had been pretty disappointing. Some were guys crazy, others lied, and none were huge. When I go to the spa, I’m almost always the biggest, and frankly, depending on how you measure, it wouldn’t be considered much of an “above average” number. Fears of poor performance, discovery or disease plague my mind.
I first saw him walking through the crowd at a festival. Probably six and a half feet tall, tan, trim and shirtless, he was wearing what appeared to be white terry cloth basketball shorts, the short shorts from the 70’s, colorful tube socks and high-tops. Close to 50 years old, I assumed he probably played basketball in his youth or currently on a league. Even though his getup was out of place, the thing that really stood out was a tremendous bulge in his crotch, accentuated by the stretched smallish shorts. I’ve seen some nice packages, but this was huge! I’ve also seen some giant bulges from scrotal hernias, but this was clearly a massive cock, supported on a whopping set of testicles. The way he trod, he was clearly confident and proud of the display. No doubt, there was a plethora of endless stares from the ogling crowd as he passed. I was unable get to a better position to see it closely, but the image has been etched in my mind for over five years. I ran into him briefly once more in a conservatively dressed professional situation, but between my fears and the particular situation, sex talk was out of the question.
One day I stepped into the hair salon for a fresh cut and there he sat, almost done. After he left, I started talking to my stylist about him. I’d previously discussed my erotic quirks with her and nothing was off the table. She was kinky, into the fetish scene and had been to a lot of parties that included gay guys. I told her that I heard he was hung and she said, “Oh yeah!” and she proceeded to tell me of a second guy she knew that was really big (more on that later). After that, I knew I had to make contact with both of them and try to fulfill my fantasy.
I don’t remember how I ended up making contact with him, but we actually talked in person and we texted or messaged. He told me that he wore some serious weights around his cock and balls and would show me the “whole rig” sometime. He sent me three pictures, one soft and two hard. A giant! Completely soft, it had to be at least six legitimate inches with an extra large set of heavy balls. I have no way to determine the actual measurements, but I’ve seen a few hundred hard cocks in person, and this is definitely the biggest.
About the same time, I started dating a woman and didn’t want to screw things up with her, so I didn’t resume contact. Later, she gave me a “hall pass” for these sorts of things. I went for another haircut and found out that he had moved away. I tried texting a few times and got no answer. I was at the point where I didn’t want to risk blowing any future chance at experiencing it because I was being a pest, so I gave up…
