Look, let me start with this. I’m not into big dicks. I never have been, and never will be. But I get an absolute ton of messages asking me what the biggest cock I’ve been with is, and this is it. I don’t know what people’s obsession is with big dicks, but for those of you that like reading about them, here you go.
Julie’s invitation to the housewarming party was a welcome way to get back together with old friends I hadn’t seen in a while. Julie and her husband had just bought a new house and had invited over pretty much everyone they knew to show it off. Julie and I go way back, our kids went to preschool together and we maintained contact over all these years.
I arrived at her house to find a pretty large gathering of people, including my old friend Sarah. As we caught up on each other’s lives, Sarah kept asking me about my dating life. I shrugged it off, saying that I was enjoying my freedom as a single person and I had no intentions of jumping back into a relationship, but I did hint that I’m having a little bit of fun for the first time. She laughed and asked about my sex life instead of my dating life, and I told her that was more relevant and gave her a wink. She understood she wasn’t going to get more from me.
That’s when Andrew walked in. Sarah immediately followed him with her eyes, and I couldn’t blame her – he had an infectious smile and an easy charm. And he was incredibly hot. I watched as they flirted with each other throughout the day, feeling a twinge of envy that Sarah was able to get to chat with someone so incredibly attractive, and so effortlessly at that. She is married, but hey, who am I to stop this young, sexy woman’s desires? Her husband is an asshole and I’d be he cheats on her anyway.
A little bit later, Sarah introduced me to Andrew. We hit it off right away, laughing and joking as if we had known each other for years. It’s always funny to insult people you don’t know, but we both seemed to like it. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was encroaching on Sarah’s territory, so I kept my distance and joined in on another conversation.
Later on, Sarah pulled me aside and told me that Andrew had told her I was hot and he wanted to ask me out. I felt conflicted – I didn’t want to come between Sarah and Andrew, and also I wasn’t looking for anything serious, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt towards him.
Sarah reassured me that she was married and said that even with a hot guy like Andrew, she’s not going to cheat. She also said she wanted to live vicariously through me. She told me she heard Andrew had a big dick, and I almost spit out my La Croix because it made me laugh. I told Sarah that I’ve literally never cared about the size of a penis, that it has absolutely nothing to do with anything.
“He’s hot with a nice dick then, what else do you want right now, miss sex life is more relevant right now?” She also nudged me a bit on the dick size, saying that she knows I’m lying and that everyone loves a big dick.
I assured her that I didn’t care what his dick looked like, I have truly not cared what size people are, but agreed that he was indeed very hot. He was wearing a really tight pink polo shirt with jeans, and though he looked incredibly preppy, he looked good. Like, really good. You could see his muscles with incredible definition through his shirt.
Andrew and I exchanged numbers as the open house came to a close. I went home and by the time I had arrived, Andrew had already texted me. He asked me if I might want to go to dinner sometime, and I told him it sounded nice, but warned him that I’m not looking for a relationship right now. He told me he wasn’t either, that he just moved back and wanted to be single and for the first time in a few years he was enjoying the “fun” part of being single. I told him the same thing.
Then he asked me something bold. He asked if I just wanted to come over and fuck. He told me he thought I was hot and he wanted nothing more than to get me naked and have some fun with me.
I thought about it for a minute. This was bold. Was it too bold? I mean if this was Tinder, nobody would think so. But it was a text from someone I had met at a lunch party. And he’s hot. But, I don’t like committing to sex. I’ll commit to giving a blowjob or a handjob, but I don’t really want to commit to sex. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll back out of a bj or a hj if things aren’t right, but this felt too forward.
On the other hand, I was horny. I told him I wasn’t going to be able to commit to sex, but that I could commit to other naked stuff. He sent me his address and said he would be naked when I arrived.
I looked and it was about 15 minutes away. I sent him the devil emoji and said “you’d better be serious.” He liked it and I grabbed my keys.
I nervously drove over to his place. I know the area well, I actually looked at an apartment here when my ex and I first split. They’re full of 1-2 bedroom apartments. I walked up the stairs to his apartment and knocked on his door.
I waited a few seconds and heard footsteps. He opened the door, swung it wide, and he was standing there, wearing nothing but a robe, wide open.
I froze. He had the most perfect body I’ve ever seen in my life. He had like zero percent body fat, he was strong and muscular, but he was toned, not bulky. And he had the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Still, to this day as I’m writing this. It was bigger completely limp than most of the hard dicks I’ve seen.
I caught myself staring at this oversized cock and blinked my eyes quickly. I remember asking him “is that thing real?” and he laughed, telling me it was absolutely real. I reached down and grabbed it, looking at it, almost inspecting it for a moment, when he asked if maybe I’d come inside so he could close the door. There wasn’t really a risk of people seeing him because of the way the stairs were, each set of 2 had their own flight of stairs.
I stepped inside and he closed the door. I told him I didn’t actually expect him to be naked, and he told me I said he had better be serious, and he was serious. I was still shocked, not only because I showed up and he was naked, but because of the size. Up to this point, I had never batted an eye at the size. Big, small, whatever. But his was giant. Like, I can’t even express this. Giant.
I didn’t know what to do. I’m so glad I told him I wasn’t going to commit to sex, because at this moment, I had zero desire for that thing to go inside me. I don’t care how gentle he is, that would HURT. So, I told him. I said something like, “that thing is NOT going in my vagina.”
He kind of chuckled and told me that some girls love it, but that he understands. He said most the time, girls want to actually try and then they end up doing something else. I told him I’m not one of those girls, I do not want to try it.
He looked a bit discouraged and closed up the robe. I stepped forward, spreading it back open, and told him I’m sure we can find something else to do. I grabbed his cock and started lightly stroking him a bit while we kissed. I asked him what else he liked to do, and he said he loved getting blowjobs and handjobs, and he loved doing 69.
I laughed and said I don’t know if my jaw can handle that, but said that I’m liking his suggestions. He asked if I wanted to go to his bedroom, and I agreed.
I followed him inside, and he sat on the side of his bed. He wasn’t all the way hard, but he wasn’t soft either. I kneeled on the floor, between his legs and took his cock into my hand. I started stroking and he quickly got hard. I started kissing the side of his cock up and down, and I was ready to try and suck on his cock when I saw a little precum on the tip of his cock and realized that we hadn’t talked about testing and being clean from STD’s and such.
I hadn’t asked yesterday either. But I got the vibe from Rob that he wasn’t into hooking up with women constantly, which wasn’t the read that I got from Andrew. Catching something wasn’t something I wanted, and instead, I asked if he liked fast or slow strokes during a handjob.
He told me the slower the better. That if he could get a handjob that lasted an hour with just slow, sensual strokes, that he would be in heaven. I looked at my watch, and it was only 5pm so I said “hey siri, set a 60 minute timer.”
He smiled and looked at me confused, and I asked if he had a lube or an oil or anything that he liked. He pointed to his night stand, and I leaned over and opened the drawer and he had a small bottle of coconut oil. I opened it up and was about to squeeze it into my hands and he said he thought we were going to have naked time, and he was the only naked one.
I chuckled a bit and didn’t fight. I stood up, slowly took off my shirt and pants and was just down to my bra and panties. I asked if this was good for a handjob, and he told me he didn’t want to sound picky, but he really wanted me to be naked too. I laughed and slid off my underwear, then unclasped my bra and dropped it on the floor. He started stroking himself a bit and I slapped his hand away, telling him that was my job.
I squeezed some oil in my hand, rubbed them together, and got back down to my knees. I slid my hands up and down his cock, and then started stroking a bit. I had to get more oil, which I drizzled directly onto his cock, and some spilled onto his stomach. I rubbed that in with my hand, gathering it up, and started slowly stroking him.
I told him he wasn’t allowed to cum until the timer went off. He asked if I was serious, and I told him I was. He smiled and grabbed a pillow, laying it behind his head and he laid there, watching me.
I was still sort of in shock. This thing was fucking massive. It had a vein on it going from the base on the top, which ran down the right side and then almost underneath, and then the vein disappeared under his head. The vein was like the thickness of a pen at one point.
At first, I started stroking slowly, and we just had a casual conversation. It was funny, because if I hadn’t been stroking his cock, this would have just been a normal one. We talked about where we grew up, we talked about his relationship with his ex and how he had moved to be with her, then moved back, and we talked about my life, kids, my ex. It was a really bizarre way to get to know someone, since, well, we hadn’t really had much of a conversation at all up to this point.
I was trying to keep it slow, and after about 20 minutes, he stopped replying to the conversation nearly entirely and started moaning. This gave me a smile and a small sense of pride, so I stopped as well.
I started speeding up a little bit, and I could tell that he was getting a bit closer, so I slowed down. I increased my grip a bit and went really, really slow from top to bottom. I started by swirling my fingers around his tip and then with both my hands locked together going all the way down, it probably took 30 seconds to go from top to bottom and then another 30 seconds to get back up, that’s how slow I went.
He was moaning like crazy, and we were only 30 minutes in. I had gotten him like 90% there twice and backed way down each time. I asked him if he could keep this up for another 30 minutes and he laughed and said he didn’t think so. I let go almost completely and told him that we needed to let him recharge for a few minutes and he begged me not to stop.
So I went back at it, I had his cock standing straight up while he watched, I liked that I could see his face the whole time. Sometimes he had his eyes closed and was focusing on the feeling, other times he was just watching. I had to hold back a chuckle a few times because the tip of his cock was basically eye level with me.
After another 20 minutes, about 10 minutes away from the goal, I had gotten him so close he told me I needed to slow down about 10 times. I slowed it down again, taking it as slow as I could in order to get him past the hour mark. We were 5 minutes away and I was going as slowly as I possibly could, and I felt him start to pulse.
I knew this was it if I didn’t stop, so I stopped dead in my tracks, not moving at all while he contracted quickly over and over. From my view, I could see his balls rising and falling as fast as his breaths. I didn’t think there was any recovering from this at this point, so I slowly slid my hand the rest of the way to the top and his breathing and moaning picked up incredibly quickly.
I grabbed hard, sliding all the way to the base, and he let out a loud moan, and he came. His cum shot up just a little and hit my right wrist, and then he continued to slowly cum as I increased my pace a little bit. He kept pumping and pulsing, a little bit draining out and down his cock each time, making the strokes even more slippery with each time.
I looked at my watch and it was right at 57 minutes. He was moaning and breathing incredibly hard, and he was watching me. I glanced up and we locked eyes, and he asked if we made it to an hour. I laughed and said he still has to tough it out for another few minutes. He asked if I could do it toward my chest, that it would help for another few minutes, and I pointed him down, setting his cock head on my chest and slowly stroking him while he came just a little more.
The timer went off and I had him turn it off since my hands were coated in oil. He hit the little button on my watch and then I brought my hand back and slowly stroked him again. He had came quite a lot, and he was still all the way hard.
I asked him if he wanted me to stop, and he said no, it feels too good to stop. I kept going slowly, and I circled the tip of his cock on my nipple a few times, but for the most part I left it right on the middle of my chest.
I kept going for another 5 or so minutes incredibly slowly, and he continued to moan a lot. I started speeding up a little bit and he started panting “yes” over and over. I hurried my pace a lot and kept the focus at the top, twisting both hands side to side, until he came again, this time hitting my chest. He didn’t cum nearly as much as he had the first time, but this was still a “normal” amount of cum. I slowed down after this time, eventually getting to a point where I was holding still. His hardness slowly started creeping away, but we sat there for another 5 or so minutes. Every so often I’d give a quick twist and he’d react. It became a fun little game of torture which we both obviously liked.
At this point my legs were absolutely screaming. They hadn’t bothered me up until the point where he was getting close to cumming, and I didn’t want to interrupt the flow of things so I kept still. But that was a while ago, so I stood up and walked over to the bathroom. I used some toilet paper to clean my chest up.
As I was finishing up, he walked in and laughed about how much cum he had on him. He said he doesn’t usually cum that much, but it must be that I had edged him a million times. He asked me if I wanted to get in the shower with him, that he would love to do whatever I wanted to me because he owed me big time for that one and would do literally anything I wanted.
I told him that honestly I was just starving and wanted to go get some food on my way home, and he said that if he could take just a super fast shower we could go get some food together. I thought this was interesting – hooking up first and then going on the date afterward, and I agreed.
I stayed in the bathroom while he started showering. Hey, I had just stared at this perfect naked body for well over an hour, and I honestly wanted to relish every additional second I could. He got in the shower and I watched him rinse off, he had a glass door so I could see him until it fogged up. Once it did, I went into his room and got dressed.
He took a very quick shower, and he was back in his room as I was buttoning my pants up. He dried himself off and then said he was being serious, he would do whatever I wanted, and he walked up to me. I couldn’t resist, I grabbed his cock and started moving my hand a bit toward stroking, and I could feel him getting a bit harder, then I quickly pulled back, and I told him that I seriously needed him to get dressed so we could go eat.
He quickly got dressed while I went into the bathroom and fixed my hair, it wasn’t too bad. We decided we just wanted something quick and easy, so we jumped into my car and went to this burger place that’s right down the street from him. He was right, it was absolutely the best burger I had ever eaten. We talked a lot, again about childhood and stuff, but I was more interested in why he moved out for the girl.
Also, I was curious what she had thought of his massive dick, so I asked him and he said that she didn’t like sex either, but they did it every so often as long as he was very gentle and used a lot of lube. Honestly, I can’t imagine that, it didn’t seem like that would feel good at all. I almost felt bad for the guy.
After we finished eating, I drove him back to his apartment. He asked if I wanted to come in and I declined, I told him that I had fun and got what I wanted. He made me promise. I promised and he left. He sent me a text a bit later talking about how that was exactly what he was fantasizing about with an hour long handjob and he didn’t know how I could make him feel that good.
All in, I enjoyed the absolute hell out of the day. I loved that he answered the door naked, I loved pleasuring him, but most of all, I loved his perfect body. I could have spent the entire day kissing every inch of him. Honestly, his biggest flaw was his huge cock. I couldn’t ever be with someone that big. For me, give me anything that’s not “too big” or “too small” and I’m a happy camper. I’ve also never been one to love the “perfect body” usually either. Rob, my hookup from the night before, totally had your typical “dad bod” with a hairy chest, and I thought he was sexy as hell too. For me, it’s almost all about the confidence and the conversation that attracts me.
Sarah, of course, bugged me for details. I wouldn’t tell her anything, but I did confirm he had a big dick. She wanted more info, but I left it at those two words, “big dick” and she seemed to be annoyed with me.