So, I’ve heard from people reading this series asking if I was ever going to tell the story of the most massive cock I’ve ever encountered.
Yes. Yes, I will tell that story. And please keep your comments and messages coming. I love to hear about how these stories affect you. Sexually, I mean.
***
When I was a senior in college, I had a friend named Evan. He wasn’t my best friend, but we were really close, mainly because we had sex on occasion. I didn’t have a huge number of gay friends, but Evan was one of them: he was really good-looking, slim and fit, and with a Jamaican mother and Scottish father, he had skin the colour of creamy coffee and freckles. Needless to say, he did well for himself. And so did I: black hair, tall, and a swimmer’s body (I was varsity for two years before quitting—I told everybody it was to focus on my studies, but in reality it was a hard lesson about why you don’t want to let your married coach fuck you, though I don’t regret that at all), and a smile I’ve been told is “knife-like.”
Under different circumstances, Evan and I would have been a perfect fit, except that we were totally not each other’s types. Evan was into pretty, effeminate men; I liked slightly older guys, the bigger and fitter the better; he was constantly in relationships and constantly out of relationships because he was an inveterate cheater (at least a few times with me); I had no interest in relationships. One of the reasons we were friends was because we both knew there was no chance of us ever falling in love with each other, and so sometimes when we were bored and horny we’d swap blowjobs or fuck. Sometimes we’d think about including a third person, but given our preferences that never went anywhere. The only time it ever happened was with Skinny Dave.
Skinny Dave was not one of those guys with an ironic nickname—he was thin as a rail and a little short, around five foot eight or so. He was reasonably good looking, but not in a way that would ever turn your head. He was a nice guy, smart, the kind of person you wanted for a lab partner and would be fine with grabbing a beer after class. He was a bit of a loner, but seemed pretty happy with that, so there was never really any impetus to include him. At least not until the day I got a text from Evan.
“Meet my at my place in an hour. Important.” Important? I don’t think I’d ever gotten such a text from him, and it piqued my curiosity. Maybe he was horny? I wouldn’t say no—my latest fling had ended a month ago, and I was getting tired of wanking my own cock. But even if that wasn’t it, I was always up for hanging out at Evan’s place. I shared a house with three other students, all of them women. Evan’s family had money, so he could afford to live alone in an upscale one-bedroom with a big TV and all the latest electronics. “See you soon,” I texted back.
He buzzed me up, and I was barely through the door when he grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me. “I just came from the gym!” he exclaimed.
OK, this was not what I expected. “So?”
He let me go and started to pace excitedly, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was still standing by his open door. “So, I was showering, and I saw Skinny Dave there.”
I frowned, confused, and closed the door. Not waiting to be invited, I walked into his main room and sat down on the couch. “Again—so?”
Evan knelt down in front of me, his hands on my knees and his eyes huge. “Dude—he has got the biggest fucking dick I have ever seen.”
“Huh,” I replied, noncommittally. That was interesting to know, but not surprising. Anyone who has been with more than a few men—anyone who’s been in a men’s locker room, for that matter—knows that cock size has no rhyme or reason. I’ve been with big, beefy men with small ones, and small skinny guys with monsters. Body size is no predictor. And Evan himself, with his slim, compact frame, boasted a respectable seven incher.
One way or another, I wasn’t picky. Cock is cock, and I’m all about variety.
“OK, so he’s hung,” I said. “Good for him.”
But Evan shook his head. “No, no… you don’t understand. This guy could do porn. Wouldn’t matter that he’s got a body like a straightened coat hanger—we’re talking Dirk Diggler shit here.”
“I never took you for a size queen,” I said.
He shrugged. “I’m not, really. You know that. So long as it makes it past the tip of my tongue, I’m happy. But dude… there’s big, and there’s big. Sometimes you’ve just gotta worship something that majestic. I swear, he was like six inches soft, and thick as a beer can. I don’t know how he fits it in his underwear.”
I was amused by Evan’s excitement, but also becoming intrigued. And there was something to what he said: I like novelty, but there’s a lot to be said for the happy medium, because there’s a limit to what will fit in my ass and still be pleasurable. But truly massive cocks were like impressive monuments—something to be admired and worshipped.
Still, I wasn’t sure what he was getting at, and said so.
Evan grinned. “My friend, that huge schlong is too much for either of us to handle alone. But together, I think we could manage.”
I shook my head. “Evan, I’m pretty sure Skinny Dave is straight.”
He shrugged again. “So? We wouldn’t be asking him to suck our dicks or let us fuck him. I’m saying we offer him, straight up, we’ll suck him off. Both of us.” He ran one of his hands up my thigh. “You and me sharing a huge cock. Wouldn’t that be hot?”
The image of Evan facing me from the other side of a huge, erect cock, running his lips and tongue up and down the shaft while I did the same suddenly leaped into my mind. Evan squeezed my cock through my jeans, feeling it suddenly springing to hardness.
“Don’t lie. You like the idea. Your cock betrays you.”
“OK, sure,” I said, my breathing getting a bit ragged. “But how would we convince him?”
“We’ll work out the details later,” he said, standing up. “Meanwhile, I’ve had an hour to think about this and I am unbelievably horny.” He was wearing jogging pants, and jerked them down mid-thigh. His cock, freed, sprang to attention a foot from my face, hard and visibly throbbing.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. Evan might not have been my type, but he had a beautiful cock—long, curved slightly to the left, with a wide flared head that felt amazing when it popped past the back of my throat. It was darker than the rest of him, and when he was hard the skin pulled deliciously taut over his hard shaft. I slid my mouth over it without preamble, deepthroating him right away, delighting in the sensation of that cockhead as I buried it in my throat. Evan moaned and put his hands on my head, gently guiding me up and down in time to the rocking of his hips as he fucked my mouth. I’d sucked him often enough to know how he liked it: he didn’t go in for licking and teasing, just long deep sucking, all the while he whispered filth under his breath.
“Oh, fuck yes. Suck that cock. I’m gonna cum in your mouth so hard. You like my cum, don’t you? Yeah, I’m gonna feed you. I wanna cum on your face. I want you to feel my cum splash on you. Gonna fuck your tender ass. Cum deep inside you. Cock-slut.”
I love dirty talk, so all that was welcome. I moaned my answers around his swollen tool until he pulled me off him and stood me up, kissing me deeply and scrabbling at my belt. “I want it,” he whimpered. “Get it out. Need to suck you too.”
We stripped off our clothes quickly and lay down on his carpet to sixty-nine. I moaned as I felt his talented mouth close over me. He’d suck me a few times, then break off, stroking me with his hand, so he could continue talking. “Oh, fuck yeah. You’ve got such a great cock… I love how it tastes. So much precum.” He licked a bead of it away from the tip, then ran his tongue up and down my shaft. “So fucking good. So fucking hard. Cum in my mouth, baby. Let’s cum at the same time. Tell me when you’re close.”
God, he was good. Between his dirty talk and the things he did to my cock—and the fact that I hadn’t had a proper blowjob in some time—he got me to the edge pretty quickly. I mumbled around his cock, and he crooned, “Good, baby, good. I’m close too. Gonna cum deep in your throat… gonna… ohshitohshit …”
I could feel his cock swell, and I buried my nose in his balls as he stroked me faster. He twitched and spasmed as he cried out, and the sensation of him exploding deep in my throat put me over the edge. “Oh yes, there it is,” he gasped as I came, and he closed his mouth over my cock head to swallow me down. “Oh yeah… Jesus, baby, I love the taste of your cum.”
After lying on the carpet for a few exhausted moments, we retired to his bed and, snuggled under the covers, plotted our seduction of Skinny Dave. The plan got us both really horny again—before I left that evening, Evan fucked me raw. I walked home with a pleasant ache between my legs.
***
In the end, it wasn’t much of a plot. We basically decided the frontal approach was best. “Full frontal!” Evan chortled.
So Evan texted Skinny Dave and invited him over to his place the next night, to hang out with us and watch a movie and drink some beer. He texted back pretty quickly; if he wondered why a pair of gay guys wanted to hang with him, he didn’t say.
He showed up the next night with a six-pack in one hand and a bag of chips in the other, and did what most people did when they first entered Evan’s apartment—gazed around at the upscale setting in wonder.
“Family money,” said Evan to skip the usual small talk about how nice the place was and how he could afford it. “Come on, make yourself comfortable.”
Dave settled himself into the easy chair. I sat on the couch, and Evan sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor. We all opened beers and Evan put the chips in a bowl on the coffee table, and we shot the shit for about ten minutes. Dave was normally shy, but he seemed at ease here. I snuck glances at him as we chatted. He was actually cuter than I normally thought—he had delicate, high-cheekboned features, and though his wardrobe made his heterosexuality clear, it was obvious he took care of himself.
It didn’t take long for me to realize something—I liked this guy. I mean, I’d always known I liked Dave, but I’d never spent much time with him. He had a wicked sense of humour, but wasn’t unkind, and was more self-deprecating than anything. I glanced at Evan and could tell he thought the same thing. I wondered when we should broach the reason for this little party… I was enjoying myself enough that I’d started to forget about it.
I needn’t have worried. Ten minutes in, Evan placed his beer on the coffee table and cleared his throat. Dave raised an eyebrow.
“So,” said Evan, “you’re probably wondering why I invited you over.”
Dave nodded. “A little curious, yeah.”
Evan hesitated, and shot me a look. “Well, let me begin by saying: I’m really enjoying this. You’re really cool.”
This obviously affected Dave. “Thanks. You too. Both of you.”
Evan hesitated again. “So, I just want to say: please take what I’m going to say in that spirit. No, no, it’s all good!” he hastened to add when he saw the worried look on Dave’s face. “More than good. It’s just … well, you know that we’re both queer, right?”
Dave nodded, frowning.
“I’m bi,” I corrected.
“Sure, whatever. And, well, speaking as an, um, aficionado of the male, ah, anatomy, I have to say I was… deeply impressed when I saw you at the gym the other day.”
“Impressed?” Now he seemed puzzled. “But… I can think of a half dozen ripped guys who were also there.”
“Yeah,” Evan admitted. “But that’s not what I’m talking about.” He actually blushed a little, and turned to me. “Help me out?”
“Seriously?” I shook my head, exasperated, and turned to Dave. “According to my suddenly tongue-tied friend here, you have a dick of epic proportions.”
Now it was Dave’s turn to blush. “Really? I didn’t think—”
“Dude. It’s huge,” said Evan, getting his mojo back. “It’s, like, porn-legend huge. You have to know this.”
Most guys, on being told they had a monster cock, would have preened. Dave just looked miserable.
“I guess,” he said.
Evan and I shared a glance. He was puzzled.
“I don’t… I mean, I—” he started to say, but it suddenly dawned on me why Dave wasn’t busting buttons.
“Sex has been a problem, hasn’t it?” I asked.
Dave looked at me with something like relief. “Yeah. Every girl I’ve been with… they don’t know what to do with it.”
“Seriously?” said Evan, shocked.
Dave shrugged sadly.
I looked at Evan in exasperation. “Why do you seem surprised?” I asked him. “Could you take a cock as huge?”
“Fair point,” he said, and turned to Dave. “In fact, that was what gave me my idea.”
“Idea?” asked Dave, puzzled.
“Yeah. Well. As my friend here notes, a cock of your proportions is a bit much for one person. But two people might be able to handle it.”
“Two people?” Dave laughed. “Yeah, who’s going to agree to a threeway with me?” He looked back and forth between us. Realization slowly dawned. “Wait. What?”
Evan held up his hands. “We’re not trying to convert you,” he assured Dave. “We know you’re straight. Wait… you are straight, right?”
“Yes!”
“Okay, okay. We’re not proposing that you do anything, or reciprocate in any way. But we would be absolutely stoked to service that schlong of yours.”
Dave shook his head in disbelief. “So what you’re saying…”
“Two mouths,” I clarified. “Me and Evan. Your dick. You can just lie back and think about whatever.”
He peered at us suspiciously. “Is this a joke?”
“Not in the least,” Evan promised. “And we make this suggestion with no strings. We will never tell anyone, and you owe us nothing.”
“But… why?”
Evan and I shared a look and grinned.
“Because we love cock precisely that much,” I said.
Dave still seemed skeptical… but intrigued. And he wasn’t storming out. He seemed to be seriously considering it. And, really, who can blame him? This might be one of the few times in his life he got a proper blowjob, unless of course he did just get into the porn business.
I’d been peering at his pants as surreptitiously as possible. Sure enough, he looked to have an impressive package, though because his jeans were baggy it was hard to gauge proportions. As we talked and pitched him our idea, however, I noticed him discreetly shift in his seat as though trying to get comfortable. And I was pretty sure that that bulge in his pants was growing.
“So…” he coughed, his voice hoarse. “So… no strings?”
“Not a one,” Evan affirmed. “It’s our secret. And you don’t have to so much as lay a hand on either of us.”
“What if I want to?”
Evan and I exchanged a surprised glance.
“Whatever you want to do,” I replied carefully, “is entirely your call. But it will be something you do. We’re more than happy to just service your cock.”
He shifted again, this time pressing the heel of his hand to his crotch. “So… how do we do this?”
“Well,” said Evan. “I suppose the easiest thing would be for you to take off those pants and let us get to it.”
When Dave hesitated, I asked, “Would you prefer something else?”
“Do you guys… I mean…” he swallowed. “Do you ever—”
“Fuck?” I said, getting his drift.
He swallowed again, hard. “Yeah.”
“Yup,” said Evan. He glanced at me. “Did you want to watch?”
Dave blushed. “I’ve never seen men together,” he said in a small voice. “I’ve always wondered.”
We were all silent a moment.
“Here’s a thought,” I said. “What if Evan and I start making out… and as it goes on, as we get naked, so do you? We’ll go until you want us to start working your cock.”
“I’d like that,” Dave said, his voice thick. His hand now was openly massaging what was obviously a massive bulge in his crotch.
Evan beckoned me. I crossed to where he sat on the floor and kissed him. His mouth opened under mine and we made out passionately for a few minutes. While we kissed, my hands found the buttons on his shirt and started undoing them, my mouth seeking out his neck and then his chest, where I licked and sucked his dark, broad nipples. When I paused for a moment, Evan pulled my tee shirt over my head.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dave pull off his own shirt. He had a decent build for a skinny guy—not bulky, but sinewy, hairless, with well-defined abs. I found myself getting even more turned on than I already was as I hoped he’d let me trace the contours of those muscles with my tongue.
Instead, I directed my ardor at Evan, attacking his nipples again and pressing my hand against the raging erection pressing against his pants from within. Before I could do anything, Evan—obviously just as aroused as I was by this whole situation—pushed me onto my back and started kissing and licking his way down my chest as his hands undid my belt. He pulled my pants down to mid-thigh and ran his fingertips down the outline of my cock beneath my boxer briefs.
He turned to Dave, who sat staring as if mesmerized, his hand pressed desperately against his crotch.
“Want to watch me suck him?” Evan asked in a low, throaty voice.
Dave nodded. With a chuckle, Evan leaned down and teased down the waistband of my boxer briefs. I felt his tongue feathering against the head and then skin just below it. I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. Evan knew what I liked.
Evan made his way down my shaft as he continued to peel back my underwear. My eyes refocused and I glanced over at Dave in time to see him unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. He pushed them down to his knees. He wore a pair of blue briefs. When he pulled them down, his cock uncoiled from where it had been pent.
My breath caught in my throat, both because Evan chose that instant to suck me into his throat and because I had my first glimpse of Skinny Dave’s cock. It wasn’t yet fully hard, but sagged to the side. It was amazingly thick and already at least eight inches long. His eyes were glued to Evan as he slid my cock in and out of his mouth. As Dave watched, his breath coming shallowly, his cock straightened slowly, inflating to something like twelve inches. He was uncut: as I watched, his foreskin retracted and the purple head, almost comically smaller than the girth of the shaft, emerged glistening.
“FUCK,” I said, somehow both softly and loudly.
Evan, oblivious to what was happening a few feet away, continued fellating me with the verve of a born performer. If only he knew what effect his demonstration was having.
Dave started to stroke himself. I could hear him breathing in short, ragged bursts as his cock hardened. A bead of precum formed on the tip and started to dribble down the front of the shaft.
Suddenly, between Evan’s expert cocksucking and the awe-inspiring sight of the wanking of Mount Dave, I realized I was close to cumming.
“Stopstopstop,” I said, pulling Evan off me. He looked at me, surprised, his lips swollen and wet. I gestured with my head toward Dave.
“Oh. My. Holy. Fuck,” Evan breathed. “And I thought that thing was huge when it was soft.”
Dave was caught up in stroking himself, but managed a grin.
“Can we suck you now?” I asked.
“Oh, yes please,” Dave gasped. “But Evan has to get naked too.”
You didn’t have to ask him twice. He stood and shucked his pants. I struggled out of mine, which had gotten bunched around my knees, and then we helped get Dave’s all the way off.
Now kneeling on the ground inches away I could examine Dave’s cock more closely. It was a thing of beauty. I would never be able to take more than the head in my mouth and there was no way in hell I’d ever let it fuck me, but I had to appreciate how perfect it was. It was straight and rose up from a pair of plum-sized balls. It thickened in the top half, then narrowed down to a head that was only small in comparison to the town it topped. Almost reverentially, I reached out my hand and grasped it.
“Oh, fuck,” Dave said in a strangled voice.
“Jesus wept,” Evan murmured as he also closed a hand around it. “Thank you, Dave.”
“Thank you,” Dave gasped.
As if in silent agreement, Even and I started at either end. He licked up the precum that had dribbled down and did his little feathering thing with the tip of his tongue just below the head. I dropped my mouth to the base to find what was my favourite spot of almost any cock—the sensitive skin where the base of the shaft meets the scrotum.
I nuzzled. Evan licked and sucked, getting his mouth over the head but not much more. I cupped those heavy balls in my hand and fondled them as I worked my lips and tongue around the base. I came up the shaft as Evan came down and we met in the middle, pausing for a moment to kiss. I tasted Dave’s precum on Evan’s lips.
All the while, Dave was moaning loudly, his head thrown back, inarticulate words emerging from his mouth.
This went on for some time. Or perhaps it didn’t… it was hard to say. I was lost in that mountain of salty, throbbing flesh.
It was Dave who called a pause. “Fuck, I’m getting close,” he gasped.
We stopped in our ministrations, reluctantly.
“Sorry,” he said. “I… just don’t want this to end too soon.”
“It doesn’t have to end,” said Evan mischievously. “Any time you want this beauty serviced, I’m all there. And you don’t have to do anything,” he added hastily.
“What if I want to?”
I grinned. “What do you want to do?”
Dave coloured, looking between us. “I wouldn’t mind seeing what it’s like,” he said, hesitant. “Sucking a dick, I mean.”
Evan smiled. “You have a preference?”
“No, I mean…” He blushed again. “You’re both pretty hot. And you both have nice dicks.”
Even looked at me. “Rock paper scissors?”
“You’ve sucked me already,” I said. “Seems only fair for it to be you.”
Dave was still amazingly hard. I looked down at his monster cock, wrapping both my hands around it. It was too much for one mouth.
“I have an idea,” I said. “Wait here.”
I ran into Evan’s bedroom and retrieved one of his many bottles of lube.
The largest one. I was probably going to need a lot.
“While you suck Evan,” I said, “I’m going to give you a handjob deluxe. Sound good?”
Dave nodded eagerly.
In the end it was easiest for Dave to remain where he sat and Evan to stand with his cock at face level. As I squirted lube along the length of Dave’s cock, Dave reached up and touched Evan’s, his hand tentative. I started to stroke him. His eyelids fluttered for a moment and he moaned. Emboldened by the pleasure he was receiving, he grasped Evan’s hard cock and kissed the tip, slowly opening his mouth and sliding it down.
“Oohhh,” Evan crooned, stroking Dave’s hair. “Oh, that’s lovely. Oh, yeah. That feels good.”
Encouraged, Dave moaned around Evan’s cock and sucked him a bit deeper. When he gagged, Evan made made encouraging noises. “Don’t overdo it,” he murmured. “You’re doing amazing. Oh, fuck that’s good.”
Meanwhile, I was hard at work with both of my hands. I was loving it: I love giving handjobs anyway, but this one was special. Dave’s cock was a living thing, a throbbing shaft that pulsed in my hands. I leaned forward every few strokes to tease the head with my tongue, lapping up the precum that had become a veritable river. As I stroked him, Dave moaned and sucked Evan faster. Evan, lost in pleasure, had both hands on Dave’s head and rocked his hips back and forth.
I sensed Dave’s orgasm before he did. His cock started to swell even larger and it throbbed in my hands. I saw his balls contract.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, taking his mouth off Evan’s cock. “I’m going to cum!”
In an instant, Evan was on his knees beside me, leaning in with me. Our mouths open, tongues out, we received the sudden explosion of cum as it jetted out of that magnificent cock. There was a lot of it, striking us in the faces before I managed to get my mouth down over the head. I took a load and came up for air; Evan dove down to finish the job.
When it was finally done, I leaned over and kissed Evan and licked some of Dave’s cum from his face before turning back to Dave’s cock and giving it a kiss.
“Holy fucking shit, guys,” Dave gasped. “Can we do that again sometime?”
***
And yes, we did do that again. Twice more, as it happens. Somehow, Dave tapped into a well of confidence he’d been unaware of before then. He had a lot of fun exploring his bi side for awhile, becoming infamous among the size queens in the local gay scene. But he also did much better with girls—he confided to me that he found a surprising number who really loved giving him handjobs like I had. “Never as good as yours though,” he said. Eventually he met a girl, petite and tiny, who I think he ended up marrying.
Evan shook his head in disbelief when that happened. “She’s smaller than his dick!” he said more than once.
I was delighted when Dave didn’t just button up and leave after he came that day. A lot of experimenting straight guys do, buggering off in shame. But Dave didn’t. He noted, rightly, that neither of us had cum. He continued with Evan’s blowjob, and then sucked me. And then watched Evan fuck me while he masturbated.
All in all, it was a successful seduction of Skinny Dave.
