cegro27: I'm very attracted to masculine guys and somewhere, somehow in my early 20s I associated "huge cocks" with being the epitome of "masculinity". I can't explain why, but my attraction to that one aspect of the male anatomy is so powerful and overwhelming that it puts me in a state of constant arousal and horniness, so much so that it's scary at times because I can't get the thought of huge endowements off my mind long enough to eat or sleep. Of course, this type of anxious state I get into doesn't happen often...in fact it's only happened twice...once several years ago when I first realized I was attracted to well hung guys, and the other last week when I actually had my first sexual experience with a big one.
I've sometimes heard it said that sex in reality is rarely as good as it was when you fantasized about it, but in this case the sex wasn't only as good as I had imagined, it was much better! It sent me through the roof and I've only now begun to recover, which is a good thing because I think I lost five pounds last week from not eating. That was the downside of it, the guy I was with didn't live in the same city as I and so it was only a one time thing. It was like having something wonderful dangled in my face and then snatched away forever.
I can recall how relieved I felt that night (while my lips were stretched around his shaft) that I was finally getting the sex I had wanted for so long. I was happy, elated, satisfied, joyful, every positive emotion you can think of I went through that night, and I only gave the guy a bj. I was pretty confident that if he had wanted to fuck I could handle him, as I had much practice using large dildos on myself many times before. Thinking back on it, it was probably a good thing that we didn't fuck, heaven only knows what kind of a state "that" would've left me in. :wacko: