Description Tired of settling or doing without, Josh is determined to find a boyfriend with a more than ample package. Dylan meets his requirements… and then some.
|Updated||13 Jul 2019|
After years of unsuccessful dating, meaningless one-night stands, and more or less horrible breakups, I was finally ready to accept the type of person I was. Before, I had dated everyone who would volunteer; I didn’t like being alone. I wasn’t picky, either, I entered more than a few relationships I’m not proud of today.
But I am proud to finally embrace myself because after all, isn’t that what adulthood is all about? Finding out who you truly are, knowing yourself, loving yourself? I finally did. And after a lonely, sexless year, I met a guy named Dylan.
“How?” you might ask.
… Grindr. But really, this story isn’t about how I found him, it’s about what I found.
Basically, I found myself a huge-ass dick. When I created the profile, I made it clear what I was looking for. It took some time, but here he was, possibly the man of my (wet) dreams.
His first question was quite obvious considering my on-point bio.
“So, you want to date a guy with a big dick?” he asked.
“Yeah, I don’t wanna fuck around anymore. Have one?”
I was quite surprised that he was writing to me—because judging by his looks, he could’ve picked whoever he wanted. His profile pic showed off a buzzcut and a strong, broad jawline. I couldn’t see much below his shoulders, but his shirt seemed to be stretched tightly over an athletic build. He might have been wearing an XS, who knows. For some people out there, it would be a negative to read that he only was 5’8” but I somehow was into it from the beginning.
Half an hour later (yes he kept me waiting) he wrote “I’m not usually the guy who sends dick pics to everyone, but I guess you want to see the cow before buying it. I do this because you’re cute. And you know what you want.”
I saw it, and my dick jumped to life immediately. I was rock hard within the blink of an eye, and I even had to open my pants to give my penis more room to grow. I’m so glad I was at home at the time we wrote… and not on my way to work, which was when I usually scrolled through Grindr and checked messages.
It was a shot of him waist down in briefs, and hell he could fill them out. The seams could hardly contain the penis, and because of its soft state, it was hard to guess how long it was. It definitely looked thicker than his wrist. His pouch was so stuffed full of meat the waistband couldn’t lay against his skin the way it was supposed to. The dick grew down, then turned up again when it ran out of space. It looked like a fat little anaconda, trying to find a way out of its prison. In the end, his head rested right next to the base of his shaft—there’s just no way that his pair of briefs could survive a hard-on.
Seeing this, I immediately wondered how he could stuff a bulge like that into a pair of jeans. It looked so fucking big and juicy! The gods of sex and masculinity truly blessed him—if it wasn’t fake. I tried to keep my expectations down because this could be, after all, a scam. Someone pranking gay guys online with shopped pics they made or found on the web, someone with too much time on their hands of course.
Dylan: I hope it’s not too big,
My heart was pounding, beating like my cock lying on my stomach.
Josh: It sounds like you had some bad experiences in the past.
He replied quickly.
Dylan: It’s a fucking big thing that has caused some trouble, yes. I wanna find someone who appreciates me as the person I am and not as the circus freak they want me to be.
Josh: I would never do that. I mean, damn, you’re blessed! And I’m not looking for a quick fuck here. Enough of that.
Dylan: That’s great! And sorry for the pic. I had to be sure that you won’t run off directly. I had fun nights before, and then they pull down my pants or feel the bulge I’m carrying and flee with some lame-ass excuse.
Josh: I will not run off. Not only because you have the package I’ve been dreaming of for years now but because you also seem like a decent guy!
That was our first online conversation. After that, we followed each other on Instagram, and a week of chatting and commenting on each other’s life started. He was a fun guy, and I honestly couldn’t wait to meet him. I scrolled through his whole InstaAccount. He had it set to private because you could see a massive dick print in some pictures. I’m sure he would have had thousands of followers otherwise… but it looked like he tried to avoid showing off his monster bulge.
It was impossible to stay soft, looking through all his pictures.
And then the doubt hit me. Judging by his photos, he had plenty of friends, a nice stocky athletic body, an admirable job at the hospital… that monstrous pecker. He was just fucking handsome. A stud. I imagine he could have had a promising career as a model, had he been just a bit taller.
So… why was this guy still on the market?
Well, that would be a question for our first date. Speaking of which…we texted a little more.
Josh: So, when are you free?
Dylan: How about tomorrow?
Josh: Sounds good to me.
Dylan: Wanna go to the zoo? I love the zoo.
I admit I was a little surprised by his suggestion to have our first date at the zoo. What was he, six? Right after thinking those words, I smacked myself in the face and stepped off my high horse.
He liked the zoo? I liked the zoo, and we would have a wonderful time there, full stop.
Josh: Okay. Let’s meet at the zoo.
Dylan: Lol you’re not that keen on that plan, are you? But wait for it. You’ll see.
You know why I wasn’t that happy with the outdoor activity he had planned for us? Because it was November. The month that isn’t known for drinking margaritas at the beach, but for collecting chestnuts in the woods and chilling in front of a sizzling fireplace.
But please don’t get me wrong, I was excited as fuck. I started preparation three hours before we met, that’s how nervous I was. It was my first date after one year of doing nothing with no one, after all. I trimmed my beard, put on some cologne, brushed my teeth and almost choked on the mouthwash.
Everything was going just fine.
Around five, I took a cab downtown and walked the rest of the way. As I approached the zoo’s big entry gate, my heartbeat became almost audible. I wondered why I was this nervous until I realized: I did not want to blow it. This was the most promising relationship I had in … well, forever.
He wasn’t there yet, so I got my phone out and scrolled through my timeline. Of course, there was this little voice inside me saying that he wasn’t real; that nobody would come…
And then out of nowhere—there he was.
“Josh? Hi, I’m Dylan, but you probably know that.”
We hugged. I liked the way his muscles felt, all wrapped around me.
“Nice to finally meet you!”
Damn, he was just as beautiful in real life as he was online. His bright smile was contagious, and I wished he would never stop looking at me like that. I was quite a bit taller than him at 6’3”. And I loved it.
He tapped my arm and gestured to the small ticket booth in front of the zoo. “Shall we go in?”
The lady behind the counter gave us a strange look when we bought our tickets.
“Okay, but you guys are aware we’re closing the most areas of the zoo in less than an hour, right?” she said.
“That won’t be a problem,” Dylan said. “The evening is fully planned.”
She didn’t say anything else as she took our money. Dylan’s charming smile must have flustered her a bit.
He had a point. There was almost no sunlight left and almost no guests in the park, besides ourselves. With all the pathways and enclosures lit up, the zoo was an incredible sight.
We finally had each other’s full attention. It felt like a proper face-to-face introduction, but the small talk quickly gave way to some more personal details. How his last relationship lasted three years and ended without any warning. How much he loved his mom; how often he visited her. How hard it was to meet his friends when he had to work frequent night shifts in the hospital.
Mid-sentence, he stopped to show me the otters in a nearby pool. They were already asleep, floating on the surface of the water.
“Did you know,” Dylan said, “that otters hold each other’s hands while sleeping, so they don’t drift apart?”
He grabbed my hand and held it tight. I wanted to kiss him right there, right then, but it was too soon. We walked on, still holding hands. He had a warm, firm grip.
I started talking about my career as an independent graphic designer. I talked about my sister who emigrated to Spain for the love of her life years ago and how she lived by herself today. About my college friends and how much I miss having them around regularly. About my dream of opening an agency and specializing in typography.
Dylan listened well while I told him about myself, looking into my eyes on occasion. Our pace slowed as we neared the middle of the park. A large building of iron and glass stood waiting for us to come inside and leave the chilly November air behind.
Dylan nodded at the building. “I know most of the place is closing right about now, but… this restaurant is one of the best in the city. And they’re open a few more hours. You wanna?”
I nearly shouted out “Hell yes!”, but I could hold myself back. Visiting this restaurant had been his plan all along.
He dropped his last name to the hostess, who instantly took us to a reserved table. We’d be dining beside a panorama window overlooking the polar bear compound. The big fuzzy creatures slept soundly, just a few feet on the other side of the glass.
I took my jacket off and sat down. Dylan was still talking to the hostess about something; I couldn’t hear them. He gave her that delightful smile of his (damn, what a smile) and sat down across from me.
Up until this moment, dear reader, I hadn’t even been thinking about the original reason I agreed to date him. He’d charmed me, too, walking and talking and getting to know him.
“How could you forget?” you might be thinking.
I didn’t forget.
I just… misremembered.
Dylan had dressed snappy tonight. A thick coat that hung almost to his knees, combined with a woolly scarf. I studied the rest of his outfit as he draped his coat over his chair. Next came his grey tweed pants and a rich leather belt. An olive green shirt, well-fitted to his build and accentuating his eyes just right.
I caught his eyes for just a second.
And then I sat and stared.
I knew. I knew it already. He sent me that picture. I knew.
But seeing that enormous bulge, here and now, was a completely different story. I thought his zipper was going to burst open. As he hung his coat and pulled his chair out, I saw his entire package actually jiggle. It was like watching a bowl of jello in action.
It wasn’t just cock. Dylan was packing a huge pair of balls in there, too. I could see the contour of both testicles through his pants. I wondered what it was like, shopping for pants to hold those monsters. For underwear. I immediately started dreaming.
And then it was gone, disappeared under the table before he caught me staring.
“Everything okay?” he asked me with a slightly grim expression on his face—something I hadn’t seen before.
“Perfect. Everything’s all right.” It was hard to keep a straight face, watching this extremely erotic thing happen in front of me without anyone noticing.
He leaned in closer.
“I’ve seen that face before. The look you just made, I mean. Don’t be one of these guys.”
“Those guys who get cold feet when they see the size of the package heading their way. I’m fed up with those guys.”
He sounded angry, but I didn’t feel like it was directed at me. More at all the past dates or potential lovers who fled at the sight of his massive appendage.
I understood what he was going through on a personal level. And I didn’t want him to think I was afraid of him or his abilities.
“Listen, I’m sorry. I just lost control over my face here because … I actually almost forgot about how massive you are down there. I’ve been having a wonderful time,” I said in earnest. “I wasn’t even thinking about it. Let me just say this: The photo you sent me really doesn’t do it justice.”
Dylan’s expression softened a tad and I grabbed him by his hand.
“Look, I’m not scared. Actually, I admire it. And I am not going to run off on you.”
Slowly, a small smile appeared. Not his confident seductive look from earlier. Just a gentle little shine.
“That… that actually means a lot to me. Thanks.”
We left the restaurant two hours later, full of food and a little drunk. In the end, I paid for it all, after we had this ‘no I will pay’ dance for about five minutes. We took a shortcut back to the entrance and stopped right in front of the zoo, under a street lamp.
“You know,” Dylan said, “the longer I think about it? I think we had two waitresses tonight.”
“She was pretty damn fast, wasn’t she?” I said.
Dylan nodded. “Maybe she has a twin! It’s the only explanation I can think of…”
The second he finished his sentences, we both started realizing that neither of us wanted this night to end just yet. But here we were, standing right next to Dylan’s car—and we had talked about the end of the date before. Especially the fact that we had all the time in the world and there was no need to rush.
“This was the most wonderful evening I had in months!” I said. I couldn’t keep the huge smile off my face—I was fighting my own excitement and a couple of martinis.
We moved closer together. Dylan smiled back. “It was my pleasure.”
I was closer to his face than I’d ever been.
“Do you have plans for Wednesday?”
He had his arms around my waist with a confident grip. And I loved the way he looked up at me.
“Yes I do, but,” Dylan shrugged. “I’d rather do something with you.”
Was it hot out here or was it all us, that heat?
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I said, my heart trembling like a hummingbird.
I closed my eyes right before he leaned in for a kiss and the next thing I could feel were his lips on mine. We couldn’t get any closer, but still, I felt his hands pressing us together, pulling me against his tight little body.
He started smiling as he pulled his face away from me, and he looked down. Of course, we were standing too close together for him to see anything.
“Excuse me,” Dylan chuckled, as he lifted his gaze back to me. “What are you doing down there, mister?”
“Doing what?” I kissed him again, and it took Dylan a while to find words.
“Mmm,” Dylan moaned into the kiss. “With your hand, down there. Pushing, groping me publicly. I thought we were taking it slowly.”
We lost ourselves in another kiss, my tongue finding his. I hold his face with both my hands. Dylan realized that the thing he felt down there weren’t my hands.
I almost wished we hadn’t been kissing, so I could’ve seen his eyes pop wide as the realization dawned on him.
“Josh? What the—?” he started to say.
I kept kissing him. I smiled around his mouth.
“So you haven’t wondered, yet? About what I’m carrying around?”
I ran my fingers through his soft hair.
“Fuck, Josh!? I thought you were just looking for someone to live your fantasy!”
I could almost hear the fabric of his pants, straining, stretching, as he pushed his crotch against mine.
“Nooo, I was looking for someone like me.” I put one last little kiss on his forehead. “And I found even more than that.”
Each of us took a step back.
Luckily, there was no one around, except us.
His poor zipper had finally been defeated. It looked broken beyond repair. More and more of his underwear-covered package swelled out of the gap. The button on his waistband was holding on by a single thread. Seeing this got me even harder.
He pulled his coat together to hide and inspected my comparable situation. Unlike Dylan, I didn’t hide a thing. I presented myself proudly—a rock-hard bulge running down the inner thigh of my jeans, over thirteen inches long, the head was swollen, clearly visible, and larger than a ripe peach.
This time I pulled him nice and tight against myself. “Don’t worry, little guy.” I tucked his head under my chin. “Yours looks way bigger than mine. I still can’t believe how massive it is.”
“I’m so stupid,” he said with a chuckle. Again, I could feel our hefty bulges mushing against each other, rubbing, grinding gently. “I never questioned your search for a huge cock. I just thought you would have a decent five-incher and that’s it. Nothing special.”
“Nope, I’m huge all over.”
We stood there, hugging, enjoying each other’s heat and touch. It seemed a nice way to end the evening.
“I should probably get home before someone sees me like this,” Dylan said.
“Yeah, me too,” I groaned ironically.
I started to walk away, but then I turned back to call out “Can’t wait for Wednesday!”
It felt like Wednesday would never come. After our first date, I was horny all of the time, and I couldn’t think straight. Work was an absolute drag, sitting there trying to get shit done with a pulsing boner in my too tight pants. Trying to design and create and seek inspiration, when all I could think about was the promise of seeing Dylan’s titanic manhood.
Soon. Very soon, I told myself.
For our second date, I’d suggested a local gallery that showed the most impressive works by modern-day typographers—something I had wanted to see for weeks. It wasn’t something Dylan seemed overly enthused about, but at least we would see each other again.
I may have jacked off before our date … a lot. Dylan was omnipresent in my mind, and I even dreamed about him and our first date. I imagined what it might be like, burying my face in his soft and almost pillow-like bulge while it swelled bigger at my touch. So hefty, so massive I’d need both my hands to caress it thoroughly. And then … blast off. I couldn’t get past that point. I could sit and fantasize and jerk myself, and I could try to imagine the feeling of Dylan stuffing that fat prick deep inside me … but that always came after I lost it. Simply imagining that outlandishly-sized dick was enough.
What would happen when I got my hands on that thing in reality?
“Had some nice days?” he whispered in my ear when we entered the gallery. I almost didn’t hear; I had to bend down, and he had to stretch up like a kid. It was cute as fuck.
“Those days were two times longer than usual.”
He smiled brightly. “Yeah, I couldn’t wait, either.”
We walked through the exhibition hand-in-hand, and I helped him understand why this or that piece was extraordinary. At least, I tried to.
“All these letters and fonts look almost the same to me.”
“The details make the difference.”
While he tried finding those details by stepping closer to the piece that was in front of us, I watched him like the crazy lovebird I was. Seconds later, I stepped closer to him, encompassed his smaller body with my arms and held him tight. He turned his head a little, so I could see him smirk.
I muttered in his ear. “Hope this isn’t too much for you.”
“I don’t know anything about typography. But it’s interesting enough. And you have a passion for it.”
I let my hands slide down a little and I took a moment to feel his firm abs under his sweater. Then I went further. Lower. Down, down, to the baggy pair of jeans, hiding the giant inside. I grabbed his bulge a little.
“It’s not the only thing I have a passion for.”
Quickly he shoved me back, and this wasn’t a friendly or playful shove—he used more force than he intended too.
“Sorry! But please, we’re in public here… I can’t risk another broken zipper, Josh.”
I held my hands up in surrender. “Sorry, sorry! It’s just, I… I couldn’t think about anything else these last days. It’s hard, keeping my hands away from you.”
The next thing I did was idiotic, and I knew that it was wrong from the second I started moving towards Dylan.
And I did it anyway.
We entered a long hallway between exhibits. At the end was a cozy little dark corner, with a few chairs and a table covered in art magazines. With no exhibits on display here, the lighting was moodier… and with no one else around, I couldn’t resist. Still holding Dylan’s hand, I grabbed him and pressed him firmly against the wall with a kiss. For a second, he forgot about the museum around us too, and everything was well, but then my rock hard dick started grinding against his bulge. And I pressed in, and I rubbed.
This time he pushed hard. He broke my hug forcefully as if we were fighting. Dylan stepped away and made to leave, but he glanced back just once with a severe look in his eyes.
“Josh, I’m so sorry. I can’t do that.”
And that’s it. He ran away without saying another word. He was gone.
I found myself alone, sitting on a chair between the rooms of the museum; almost crying. Why had I done this? Why couldn’t I control myself?
I grabbed one of the stools and threw it against the wall with all my power, leaving a black scare on the raw concrete. The security team escorted me out of the museum. A lawsuit was on the way.
I was so dumb. I hope you’re not feeling too down though, because… well, don’t worry. Things get better, believe it or not.
I took the three, and half an hour later I was home. On the train, I tried reaching Dylan, but he wasn’t answering my messages. Endlessly, I said I was sorry and that I had never lost control over my body like that before. I couldn’t explain it to him, or even myself really. It was beyond lust. I just wanted him to know it wasn’t his fault.
So there I was … sitting in my living room, the TV’s on but I’m not watching, drinking one beer after another … basically living in a 2008 melodrama pop song. Then it started to rain and it was all so fucking perfect. Even the weather was pissed on me.
I fucked this up so very much. This was my chance, and I fucked it up.
My mind was spinning in circles, and the beer was making it worse.
Before I could start crying, the doorbell rang. I immediately knew that it was Dylan. Somehow I just knew.
I tripped over some clutter on my way to the door and almost broke my damn leg. If I’d known to expect company I might’ve cleaned the place a bit better.
I opened the door, and there he was. Standing in the rain, soaked to his bones.
“Hey…” he said, quieter than the rain surrounding us.
“What are you doing here, Dylan?” My voice was trembling and the coldness of the night sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t believe he was there.
“I, uhh… I wanted to apologize.”
“Apol—Dylan you don’t have to! If someone should apologize, it’s me! You told me to stop, and I kept on going … like a stupid, horny fucking animal.”
“But that wasn’t the reason why I ran away.” He bit his lip, close to tears. He didn’t seem to be able to look up at me. He just stared down at the floor mat.
I grabbed him, pulled him in, and squeezed him tight with all my heart. I didn’t give a shit how wet he was. I set him down in my living room and brought him some towels and blankets, to wrap him up good and warm and dry.
Then we talked. The storm passed overhead, we talked so long.
He told me that he was scared. He was embarrassed by his monstrous member and he’d never had real sex before. Every time, it was the same thing: he’d get someone in bed, and they’d run in fright at the sight of his schlong. Or worse even worse, his potential partner would leave in frustration—it was so heavy, it couldn’t get fully hard.
And so he tried avoiding everything before it could actually happen.
This poor man.
“I mean, what if I disappoint you? What if I can’t deliver-”
I kissed him, and he went quiet.
“I will never again do anything you don’t want me to do, Dylan. You don’t need to be worried, and you can take as much time as you need. All those guys from your past? Leave them there. I got this under control.”
Another kiss, another hug and then I sent him to the shower because he was still freezing in his wet clothes.
I waited for him in my bed—the lights dimmed down—and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. That Dylan wasn’t gone at all; that he was here, with me.
The shower stopped.
“I put you a pair of my underwear next to the sink. I hope they fit you,” I said, trying to avoid any subtext.
Seconds later, he came out of the bathroom, still drying his hair, the towel covering up most of his body. He hesitated.
“Come here,” I said gently and lifted my blanket for him, the other hand supporting my head.
Dylan did not lay down. He put the towel over a chair and sat on his knees right in front of my chest. A bulge, more gigantic than anything I had ever seen, almost ripped the pair of underwear apart I had given to him. The black fabric had gone sheer. The waistband had stretched all the way out; I could hear it quietly snapping as it failed in its duty. He pressed the whole package against my chest, and the feeling of it alone, of it being almost the same size as my chest, was enough to give me the hardest erection of my life.
He kissed me and said: “I really wanna thank you. You’re so kind”—he kissed me again—”I can hardly believe it.” My chin rested atop the pillowy mound of his vast endowment. It felt like it was spilling over me.
“I know what you wanna do since the minute you saw how much I am packing” Dylan nuzzled my hair. “I have never felt safer with anyone. If you still wanna do it—tonight—feel free.” He spread his legs a bit further apart. I leaned forward and dove into his groin without hesitation.
That night we had our first time.
My mind was racing while I buried my face deeper and deeper in his bulge. It was as soft as a pillow and felt like heaven. I could sense his massive bull balls straining under the fabric, and the way his cock moves left and right slightly. My hands held me barely off the bed as I moaned like an animal… I actually drooled a little, that’s how lost in the moment I was.
Soon I realized how hard his package was pressing against the seams of his underwear. And so I held Dylan’s little body and laid him down, onto his back.
“Don’t be too gentle,” he whispered, and I saw that charming smile from before, but this time, there was an almost cocky bring it on attitude about him. I kissed his face one last time and then I started moving downward. Kiss after kiss, I passed his neck, his smooth chest, his hairy abs and then, finally, I was back at eye level with his still-caged beast. Grabbing him by the waistband, I released the first few inches. A thick, yet neatly trimmed bush of dark brown appeared and under it laid the thickest cock I had ever seen. I held my wrist next to it, but it was thicker than that. By a lot.
Before I removed his underwear, I grabbed into it. I wanted to feel it before I would see it in all its glory. The thickness of his dick (while still being soft!) was unimaginable. I could only reach halfway around the entire thing, and that’s with my hands being the size of plates. My hand discovered more and more of his flesh, pressed together like dough in a can, ready to explode any time. Dylan wriggled; he shuddered in delight.
You might’ve guessed that his balls dwarfed mine as well. They felt like big, ripe eggplants through the tight skin of his sack. I grabbed them and rolled them around in one hand—at least, I tried to. I gave them a gentle squeeze and he shivered and tilted his head back into the pillows.
I pulled my hands back and removed his underwear with a swift move. The boxer brief landed several feet next to my bed.
In front of me lay the sexiest guy I had ever seen, sporting the biggest cock the world has ever seen. I didn’t have a ruler on hand but I put his monster around eighteen inches, soft. His legs were spread, his balls were resting on the mattress. Dylan’s cock was laying on top of them, bending down after the length outgrew his ball’s size. The head of his massive cock could be located next to his knees.
“You’re impossible, man,” was all I could say after seeing this for the first time. “This is more beautiful than anything I could imagine.”
I shifted so I could lay my throbbing 14-inch cock next to his. Before that, my penis had never looked small; never in my whole life. But now it was being put in the shadows by a soft cock by several inches—in length and in thickness as well. I leaned into it, mashed my boner against him… we both shuddered so hard we shook the bed frame.
Next, I took his beast in both my hands and led it to my lips. Tenderly I kissed it. Dylan closed his eyes in pleasure.
I kissed it again and suckled the head a little. Within seconds eighteen inches had swollen to twenty-two. I could feel it getting heavier, weighing several pounds now. While sucking him, my cock ground between his balls and his inner thigh. In no time at all his crotch was slick with a glistening layer of my precum, and I was already whipping up another batch.
I lost myself by pressing my whole face into Dylan’s dick. What if the head grew to the size of my actual head? I thought, and this new fantasy caused me to spurt a fresh coat of pre, this time right onto his belly.
I was now using both arms to jack him off. He was now a full two feet long and even thicker than before; I was sure that if I rested that cock on his belly, it would reach up to his face.
My full body massage was driving Dylan crazy. He thrust his hips forward now and then and moaned almost non-stop. He, too, started to dribble and leak precum everywhere. And I do mean everywhere. His output shamed me. I couldn’t wait to see the full load.
After ten more minutes of jacking his enormous cock, I realized something. It was not growing larger. And it wasn’t growing erect. Not even half-hard.
Dylan’s eyes changed from lust to worry.
“I hope you’re not disappointed. I know I’ve got the biggest cock on the planet, but it can not grow hard anymore… for a few years now. Ever since it passed twenty inches.”
I was disappointed, in fact, but I tried not to show it. I wanted someone with a dick longer than anything I could imagine, and I got it. Its inability to grow hard was only natural, considering how much blood it would need to become erect. Either way, I wanted to get him screaming. Nevertheless, there were so many things to do with this dick, so many things to try out!
He added: “But yours looks ready to please! Give it to me.”
He flipped over on the bed and buried his magnificent cock from view. Dylan raised his ass high in the air for me to take hold.
I engulfed him. I was bigger, buffer, heavier, stronger. He would have fit inside me. I slid my cock up between his cheeks and then rested it in the small of his back. He groaned a little, and I could only imagine how he felt with the big warm shaft sliding along his spine, knowing that the hefty balls resting between his cheeks were ready to unload deep inside.
Dylan reached down and scooped up a handful of his precum, and covered his hole with it. He knew he was in for a big run.
I reached under his belly and found his majestic cock. It was like he had a lubricant factory under there. I made sure to slick my own shaft nice for him.
My cock was now wet and glistening in the dimmed lights of my bedroom. I gave him a few swats on the ass with my bat, and he opened his legs a little wider for me. My flared cock-head spoiled his hole with circular motions. I got him breathless with the anticipation.
“Don’t be gentle.”
I began to push.
Dylan moaned, loud. I pushed the head in, and then a few more inches. I let his ass get used to the situation and pulled my cock out a little.
“Nonono! It… put it back, that was amazing! Go on! Gimme some time, but go on!”
I started to grunt like a hog, fucking him deeper every second. I was losing myself to pure animal instinct. My pace became faster after eight inches were buried deep inside; six more to go. His ass felt marvelous. Much better than anything I had experienced before. Dylan’s cheerful cries grew stronger with every new inch filling him up. Now and again I pulled out, only to thrust back in a little further than the last time.
Slowly, the grip of his ass grew tighter around me, keeping me hard as stone… and the pleasure running through the roots of my abdomen became even grander. My cock was one foot into his body, and his whole frame was trembling; he couldn’t stop moaning. I could only imagine the pool of pre beneath his belly where I couldn’t see.
“Don’t-stop-Josh! ffffFuck me harder, please!” he said in a breathless hiss. Talking seemed to be a physical effort for him.
I squeezed my last two inches into him, fighting against his tighter confines. As soon as I was all the way, he threw his head back in pleasure and heavenly agony. Now I started going rougher, doing the best I could with every inch I owned. I pulled out a few times and just used the first third, making Dylan scream for his life (and my dick).
“Tell me how much you love this fucking dick of mine.”
“Uhhh, fuck!” he exclaimed, hardly able to speak. “I love it so fucking much. The size… the circ—the circumference, the way, the way you-you just-you just plunge into me.”
Dylan twisted back to look at me, his face aglow with delighted surprise. “You’re hitting spots no one has ever…” He took a second to catch his breath. “No one. Ever hit me. Touched me in there. Not like that, man.”
“That’s because I’m bigger than anyone you had before.”
“Yes, Josh, you’re the biggest! Fuck-fuck-FUCK I think I’m gonna come soon!”
I took notice of a new sensation underneath him. I’d sort of noticed it earlier but now it was getting hard to ignore. There was a swelling. As if something were inside his bowels, bulging outwards, causing his ass to tighten up so bad around me that I was getting dangerously close. Was it his taint? Was it getting thicker, broader? What was happening to him?
In my pondering, I must have slowed down a little because Dylan suddenly yelled “Don’t stop now you’re doing it! … YOU ARE MAKING ME HARD!”
I lost my breath. I’d felt him raise up and I thought he’d used his arms to prop himself up… but in fact, it was his penis, forcing him up off the bed.
I almost laughed. It felt like a victory: I had found a point inside of him that—when penetrated, prodded, properly pushed and pressed—forced him to get viciously erect.
My body immediately started fucking Dylan as fierce as it could, pumping his dick bigger from within, bigger with every thrust. Dylan’s ass became so tight I wondered if he wasn’t shrinking around me.
“Turn around. I wanna see it,” I ordered him. Sweat drenched down through my chest hair, some of it dripping onto his hot little ass. I pulled my cock out so he could obey, releasing a little pool of precum with it.
Dylan flipped over excitedly in a swift motion. His cock had become so big that there was actually an audible ‘whoosh’ of air, followed by a loud wet smack as it hit his chest. It was covered in impossible thick veins. I had never seen something like this before. After years of softness, it was hard again, woken up by my monster.
It was almost as wide as Dylan’s waist, too big for a pair of hands, forcing his legs so wide he couldn’t have avoided getting fucked even if he’d tried. It grew from his crotch, up over his stomach, up to his chest and stopped somewhere above his head; the glanse exposed, red, and spurting endless streams of clear precum.
Before I could enter my new friend again, I had to push his massive balls out of the way. Orange-sized nuts lay heavily in my hands for a second and I thought about giving them a little massage, but I needed to be back in Dylan as fast as possible.
By now, I had to squeeze with all my power to enter him. The grip around my 14-incher had become almost unbearable, too good to be true. My cock was all-in in under a second and Dylan began to moan loudly again. With a shock, I saw that each of my big thrusts added another half-an-inch to his already enormous cock—in width and length. Bigger and bigger.
I had to touch it.
Soon, we were both sucking on his head, giving it little kisses and rubbing it with our hands. It was like a third person lying between us.
We were having a fucking threesome.
“You’re bigger than anything I could have ever imagined,” I whispered. Dylan’s cock was so fucking wide that I couldn’t even see his face under it. All that could be heard were his soft moans. I continued saying: “How big can it get? I wanna fuck you forever and ever.” I sucked down a pint of pre, it had to be a pint. “I wanna fuck you until you outgrow all your clothes. I wanna make you outgrow… the fuckin’ house.”
“Ahhhh!” he cried, his dick lurching an inch forward. “Don’t stop! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
“You want to be even bigger than that, don’t you?”
“How can you be so tight?”
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
And then we both did.
Our balls contracted against each other, and while my load flooded his innards, he gushed like a geyser for fifteen seconds, it slapped against the wall so loud; the sheer power of it was driving me crazy. It was like a waterfall of cum. Dylan’s screams quieted to soft moans, then whimpers.
We simply collapsed on top of each other, breathing like we’d run a marathon, unable to believe what just had happened.
Yes, what had just happened?
Dylan’s cock steadily shrunk back to ‘normal,’ mashed between us, still twitching.
“What the fuck was that, bro?” I shook with quiet, disbelieving laughter.
He was just as flabbergasted as I was. “All I know is that it was the hottest experience of my life. Hell, I never blasted a load like that before.”
“Let me guess: You never were this hard before?”
He laughed a little.
“Not in years. And everything because of your beautiful monster cock.” Dylan reached over and gave my own heavy beast a stroke.
“I think you should be the one known for having a monster cock, after what just happened. Damn, how big was that thing, full-size, I wonder?”
I finally found the power to sit up. Dylan’s cock was still swollen, but it only reached up to his chest by now.
“I have no idea. It was like a dream.”
I reached down to kiss him.
“You are a dream!”
Before we could sleep in each other’s arms, we had to clean up. Our clothes were ruined. My sheets and blankets were soaked through. Next time we would be more careful where we unleashed the beasts.
We were standing in front of a shopping window. The reflection showed a pair of silhouettes, one large and broad, one small and stout, happily holding hands. Two weeks had passed since we had our third date—the sex date, that other time we had sex, the sexy time … Kuzco’s poison … The Emperor’s New Groove? Amazing.
And now Christmas was right around the corner and I was still looking for a present I could give him.
While my thoughts wandered off, Dylan was losing himself in the products on display.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked him.
“The underwear you lent me. I wore it the day afterward, and it fit me way better than everything else I own.”
“Are you telling me that despite being hung like a horse,” I put my arm around his shoulder and gave him a playful shake, “three times bigger than me and you don’t know shit about the right underwear?”
He just bit his lip. I realized that he was too shy too walk into a store and ask for some proper help—something that has never been a problem for me. So I decided to help him.
“Okay, let me show you the best store in town. The real deal. You have to meet Marcus.”
I took his hand again, and we wandered through the streets, passing large, glowing graffiti in midtown and the green park behind the old water tower. We arrived in the gay epicenter of the city. Here you could find one bar next to another and stores you couldn’t see anywhere else.
“You’ve been here before?”
“Not as often as I should, probably,” Dylan said. “I wasn’t much involved in the gay community with my previous boyfriend. Most of the time it was just too much for me.”
“I get that. If this is too much, just say something…” I smiled down at him. “Maybe we need a safe word!”
Dylan rolled his eyes, but he smiled too. “Okay, our safe word is: I’m having too much fun.”
“That’s not a word! That’s a short story! … but I like the sound of it.”
Speaking of ringing; I opened the door to Marcus’ Store and the bell above the door chimed.
“Well, this is it.” Dylan hesitated. I patted him on the back and gave him the tiniest little push in the process. “C’mon, check it out.”
Dylan’s uneasy posture turned into a confident stride as he walked further in, gazing around himself in pure wonder at the variety of the place. Between the many shelves stood male mannequins wearing nothing but under- or swimwear. He looked at all of them until he caught sight of a noticeably well-endowed statue. A dawning look of familiarity radiated from his face—he even touched the large bulge and gave it a little squeeze. This must have been the first honest representation of his own body in a much smaller reality. He lingered on it for a few more seconds, then smiled and went on.
Meanwhile, I walked up to the counter and greeted Marcus, the owner of the shop. I had bought almost all my underwear here over the last ten years.
“What’s up, Josh?”
“Hey, how are you? Everything’s fine. I wanted to show a friend of mine a few better-fitting alternatives to his old clothes.”
Dylan appeared between the shelves and held up something in his hand that looked like a butt plug.
“Hey Josh, uhh, I think I wanna try this thing—Ohh!” he saw Marcus standing next to me, smiling. Dylan let out a nervous “Hi!” before he disappeared again.
I turned back to Marcus. “He’s a little shy so don’t be too up front with him.”
“How long have we known each other now, Josh? I’m the most laid-back guy you’ll ever know!” It wasn’t true. Even now he was laughing loudly. He always joked the raunchiest and laughed the loudest. Marcus was a bear kind of guy, almost stereotypically so. Even at work, he wore a leather vest and nothing under that. He had round gut poking out between his jacket, greeting the world beneath a proud hairy chest. Under his clothes, you could catch glimpses of his pierced nipples and the heavy rings hanging down from them. Over the year, Marcus had invited me to many weird parties, and I had always passed on his invites. Partly because I was a bit afraid of the things happening at these gang-bang parties and partly because, well… in a room full of horny gay men, I’d definitely be reduced to my massive cock.
Even now, he was passing me a little piece of cardstock with RSVP information on it, trying to encourage me. “…I’m just saying that it would be awesome having you there. The other guys heard stories of you, stud; they definitely wanna meet you.”
“Ohh, I’m sure they do.”
Marcus knew I wouldn’t come to his party, but he wasn’t mad at me, not even for a second. “So, what does your friend need?”
We both started looking for him in the store. I said: “He’s in the same situation as us.”
Marcus’ mouth made a little ‘ohh’ shape, but he didn’t say anything. He just wriggled his eyebrows and nodded in understanding.
At that moment Dylan came to us from the back of the store holding a whip in his hand. He just ignored Marcus for a sec.
“Are you into domination by the way?” he asked, all the while looking like the most innocent little boy in the world. Well, a rather muscular, innocent little boy… with a days’ growth of stubble and an expensive, manly haircut. But really it was just the eyes.
I winked at him. “Let’s find out tonight.”
Marcus’ eyes grew bigger hearing this. I knew he was suddenly wishing very hard he could join us.
“I apologize, guys, I should have introduced you properly right off the bat.” I reached out and pulled Dylan close to me, giving him a quick little squeeze. “Marcus, this is Dylan. And Dylan, this is Marcus. He owns the place. And has helped me pick out my own underwear since he knows how much I’m packin’ down there.”
“Hell-lllooo, Dylan,” Marcus crooned, his meaty hand rubbing back and forth on his bearded chin.
Dylan waved, shyly. “S’up?”
Once introductions were out of the way, I took a peek at what Dylan had in his hands. “So did you find something you liked? Something that fits okay?”
“A few basic things here and there, but I don’t know if they fit me or not. They look comfortable and pretty close to the briefs I wore the other day, but, uhh, I don’t know.”
“Well, then let’s see,” Marcus said. “Show me what you’re interested in.”
As we walked to the other side of the store, I could feel that Dylan was slightly nervous. He showed us a pair of basic black-and-white boxer briefs with an extra big pouch. And then he froze.
Shit, I thought, I forgot to warn him about Marcus’ package. The burly leatherman had been behind the register until now, with everything below his firm waistline hidden from view by the countertop. Now he was standing next to me, watching Dylan holding a pair of basics, and presenting his bulge like a God-given gift.
I should mention: Marcus had a few “slight” silicone enhancements forcing him to wear custom-sized jeans. I don’t know if he injected his dick too, but he had the biggest balls in the city for sure. I’ve seen pics of him online, holding up a couple of jack-o-lanterns to his crotch… and the pumpkins are just barely bigger. Perhaps an inch in diameter, if that.
But Marcus was a professional. He just ignored Dylan’s stare and continued like nothing ever happened.
“Why don’t you just try them on?”
And with that, Dylan vanished into the changing room.
Marcus immediately started laughing when he was gone.
“My sex life has been so much better after my enhancements, but the shocked stares are the best part of it all.”
I smiled and started a mental countdown because it would soon be Marcus’ turn to have his mind blown. He hasn’t seen Dylan’s bulge yet (so far it had been hidden under his long coat).
And then it was his time to shine. Dylan came back out, proudly displaying his sculpted little body. The only thing he was wearing anymore was his potential purchase.
“It could be a bit roomier,” he said and smiled, almost ashamed by his enormous size.
“Told you, he needs something bigger.”
“Tell me you’re shitting me, kiddo.”
“Well… mmmh… no?” Dylan wasn’t sure how to handle the situation, and I was busy laughing in the background. He shook his hips a few times, but his bulge was packed in so tightly that it didn’t shake or jiggle in the slightest.
“I don’t know what will happen if I get a boner in these.”
“I don’t think you can,” I said as I stared at his bulge with a dreamy look.
Dylan looked from me to Marcus. “You got anything bigger?”
Marcus was still speechless. His own bulge was more prominent, no question, but he had never seen something this big and natural. He still couldn’t believe it. Dylan and Marcus went back to the shelves with the boxer briefs, and I watched them happily chit-chatting. I couldn’t hear them, but seeing them was enough. It was a delight to watch Dylan getting used to Marcus and the store in general. While talking about the product line, their bulges touched now and then. I started fantasizing; putting my head between them. I woke up when I felt the rising tightness of my pants. At the end of their talk, Dylan actually let Marcus reach down and touch his enormous bulge, which the bear did with a gentle sort of reverence. Right about then, I decided to step back into the scene.
“Yeah, the same edition but the pouch is two times bigger.”
“Nice. Now you finally have some comfortable underwear.”
“Yeah, thanks, babe.”
We kissed each other, and I paid for the whole shopping trip.
“Let’s just say this is my Christmas present for you.”
“I can not—”
“You can. I bought a few things for both of us too—something we can try out later tonight.”
A devilish smile appeared on his face. He was ready to experiment a little more.
“And you’re sure this will work?”
“Not really, but I definitely want to try it!”
We were standing in Dylan’s cozy bedroom, both of us naked, our cocks hanging heavily between our thighs. On the bed in front of us were two different sex toys I had bought in Marcus’ store.
I told him about my plan on our way back home. I was driving the car, busy watching the traffic around us. Suddenly he hushed me, his face tense with anticipation.
“If you keep on talking, you will have to cut me out of this car.”
My plans for the night kept his blood boiling, and his dick was already chubbing up in his pants. So I shut my mouth and told him the rest when we were at home. And now we were showered and ready to go.
We shoved the toys to the side a little, and I pushed Dylan flat on the bed. Kissing him was one of my favorite new hobbies. Mainly because I couldn’t shake the feeling that his cock wasn’t his only extra-long body part. Every time he entered my mouth with his tongue, I was surprised by how long and thick it was.
“You ready?” he said with his soft low voice.
I nodded, and we flipped over. He somehow managed to bury me under his smaller frame. I loved the way he looked at me. He went down, I raised my legs, and his tongue was inside me the next second, after teasing me for a little while. After only playing with dildos for months, it was incredible feeling something alive deep down inside of me. Soon, he added a finger to his play to prepare my butt for even bigger visitors. I admit it; his tongue would have been enough for me to cum. But we had bigger plans, and so I tried to hold myself back. This proved difficult, as my cock was rock hard in no time, bumping up and down my chest.
He added another finger, and it took me some time to get used to it. My mind wandered off for a second. It occurred to me that he hadn’t grabbed the lube from the drawer nearby, and at first I wondered where he was getting the stuff he was now slicking me up with. Then I remembered that his cock was probably spitting gallons of it already.
Then came the first toy. The inflatable butt-plug he had shown me in the store. The one that gave me this idea.
It was shaped like a cone, filled with air and made of rubber. The cone was attached to a thin hose ending with a hand pump. Dylan gave the pump a few little squeezes, and we both saw the object swell bigger. He then released most of the air.
“All right … here we go.”
I could feel him pressing the toy against my hole. Then he pushed a little harder, and it slid inside me.
“Ohh, damn!” I couldn’t hold myself back; my dick drooled a long spurt of precum. The inflatable plug hadn’t looked that big, but it definitely felt like it. Luckily, I got used to it in no time.
Dylan gave my chest a quick rub. “And now, big boy, just imagine it’s me, growing inside of you.”
And then he pressed the pump two times.
I immediately went to nirvana. He pressed again, and my rectum grew wider. Another pump and a bit of pain started to spread but a moment later it was gone and only bliss was left. He went a little too far at first and I felt it outgrowing my hole; I grabbed his arm.
“Not so fast, stud. I need some time to get used to this size.”
He pumped three times, and I yelled out. It was heaven and hell at the same time, and I couldn’t tell if I wanted him to stop or keep going. I came immediately after he gave that toy one last squeeze. A heavy load of semen splashed right into my face, and I continued squirting out more and more. There had been no need for touching myself. The plug was enough.
He only whispered in my ear: “I hope you’re still hungry for the real show. I think we’ve still got some … preparations to make. Gotta spread you a little wider, big guy. But, fuck, I can’t wait to see how you react to it when it’s me in there.”
Luckily we were prepared for the gallons of cum this time. Dylan passed me a towel, and I cleaned my face, neck, and chest. It was a futile task because that first time cumming had been like a dam bursting. My cock was now leaking precum non-stop. There were a few more involuntary spurts that matted my chest hair down once more, and I threw the towel aside and laughed, giving up for now.
Soon my ass was ready for Dylan’s tool. At least we hoped so.
He pulled the plug from my hole very slowly, and I tilted my head back. I felt like he was tearing me open, turning me inside out. Fuck! If they couldn’t hear me moaning all throughout the city, I would’ve been surprised.
I was in need of a pause but Dylan wanted to go on. While kissing me passionately, I could feel him pressing his massive soft cock against my ass.
“Let’s see if this works,” he said between kisses, his eyes closed.
And then he pushed his head against my hole and then into it. My eyes popped wide open instantly. The thickness forced the walls of my rectum even further apart, and I could feel every square inch of his girth gliding into me. I came again, but this time I was fast enough to aim my cock at Dylan’s face, just between my thighs. A smaller yet nonetheless impressive cum shot pasted his face. He licked his lips, gave me a cocky grin, and pushed three more inches into me. I was so fucking stuffed at that moment, you wouldn’t believe it. It felt like he was twisting my internal anatomy upside down already and we were nowhere near finished. But I simply couldn’t take another inch.
“I think this might not work,” I said, but it sounded like begging.
“Come on, big boy. We’ve gone this far already.”
“Oo–okay … ooooh fuck … but remember the safe word.”
Dylan smiled, and continued to push inside. Deeper. More.
My ass tried to force him back out now and then. I couldn’t help it. So he had to shove it a bit further back in every now and then. Probably going even deeper “accidentally.”
It was finally time for the second sex toy. We bought a medium-sized dildo that could stimulate your prostate with little electrical signals. We didn’t know for sure yet how Dylan’s erections were working, but it had something to do with anal penetration. And this toy could fake it as good as it gets.
Without removing himself from me, he lubed that thing up and put it in his own ass. His cock reacted immediately. We both instantly felt it. It was pulsing, not swelling bigger yet, just pulsing.
He shoved more of the electric dildo inside, way slower than he entered me. I teased his cock by thrusting my hips up and down a little.
“Fuck!” he said. “I’ve been waiting for this all my life! Where’s the remote for this thing? I wanna try it.”
But I already had the remote in my hand.
“Merry Christmas!” I said, and pushed the start button.
Chapter 9 – The Hospital
I woke up in a white-walled hospital room. It was probably nine or ten in the morning. Snow was blowing against the big windows. My body felt sore, like I’d been run over by a train. What happened?
Then I noticed Dylan sitting next to my bed. He was smiling, but I could tell he was trying to mask how worried he was.
“Josh, thank God you’re awake.”
“What happened? Why are we in a hospital?”
He took my hand.
“I think we might’ve went a little too fast there yesterday. My cock actually hurt you pretty much down there.” Dylan bit his lip, looking a little ashamed of himself. “But the doc says you’ll be fine in a few days. I’m so sorry for hurting you like that.”
“Hey, I’m the one who pressed the button. Come to think of it, I can’t even remember what happened after that.”
He leaned in a bit closer, he was almost whispering now: “It worked way too good, honey”—a smile played around his mouth. “You should have seen me. It grew so fucking big so fucking fast. Probably the greatest dick there’s ever been.”
I had to readjust the hard-on growing under my sheets. Dylan continued, his eyes glowing.
“But I had to pull it out seconds after you pressed that button. You passed out after screaming Fuck! really loud.”
“That sounds like me. What did the doc say when you told him what caused all this?”
“Well thankfully, he was too afraid to ask, hahaha.”
“And can we try it again?”
Dylan looked surprised by how eager I was.
“You should get well first. Then we can talk about filling you up again, big guy.
My ass needed a few weeks of recovery after the incident but that never stopped me from fucking Dylan as long and as intense as I wanted. He was still sorry about almost impaling me with his enormous dick, even though it was nobody’s fault but my own.
Our time together following those first weeks was terrific. I enjoyed my relationship with Dylan like no other before. When he came back from a long shift at the hospital, we sat together on his couch, and he told me about his day. It was my own little daily soap full of workplace drama and medical extravaganza. When he was too tired after a shift and almost falling asleep in my arms, I gave his shoulders a little massage.
“Mhh, yes! Thanks, babe.”
“Want me to go a little deeper?”
“I wouldn’t mind,” he said eyes closed and smiling widely.
So I moved over, opened his stuffed jeans, and freed the tight package. I just couldn’t imagine how he was able to hide his beast of a bulge in hospital scrubs. I stopped wondering and grabbed his soft monster.
“No matter how often I see this whale cock of yours, I can never get used to it.”
With his eyes closed, slightly moaning, he answered: “I often cannot believe it myself. When we bought the new underwear weeks ago, I was standing in the changing cubicle thinking I’m the most hung stud in the world.”
My tongue glided up and down his thick and soft 18 inches.
“Tell me, Dylan. Do you like to be super hung?”
“Wanna hear the truth … G~o~d!” He started groaning mid-sentence because I began sucking his fat prick’s head.
“Tell me how much you like it, while I try sucking you off, stud.”
He tilted his head back. I started pressing his cock head into my mouth. It was like trying to eat a BigMac with just one bite. I could feel my own monster already hard between my legs, bumping into the couch.
“It’s so fucking massive all the time,” he started to say, only interrupted by his own moans. “It has been so fucking huge all my life. Dragging heavy meat, wet all the time, and accompanied by some big ass balls. Jeez, you should have seen my school friends back when I was a senior. They wanted to touch that fat prick of mine all the time! And I was only 14 inches big back then. I’ve grown so much.”
Most of his head was in my mouth now. I used my tongue to give him the best show possible.
“Oh Josh, don’t stop, I love you so fucking much for this. No one was ever able to give me a fucking blowjob like you do.”
I don’t know if it was intended or just his lust acting out, but he fixed my head in position with his hands and thrust forward with his hips. His dick head slid down my throat with over 5 inches of his shaft following. I wanted to scream and groan at the same time, but his cock was lodged my throat. It was so painfully thick that my body couldn’t even respond with a gag reflex.
Dylan was in heaven.
“Yesssssss! You’re so fucking good, boy!”
He still didn’t look up. I tried stopping him because my neck was in a lot of pain taking his monster, but all he did was pushing down more and more of his endless penis. I thought I heard him whisper the word sorry, but perhaps it was just another heavenly moan.
Another thrust and more of his whale dick wandered into my mouth. I couldn’t believe my eyes. That fat anaconda, covered in veins and my salvia, was being pushed down my throat one inch after another. All Dylan could do was scream while keep pushing for more. At least a foot of his cock was soon down my throat. I was so lucky that Dylan was usually quick to cum because I was running out of breath. In the final seconds, before he came, I could feel his massive cock head entering my belly with a lot of force. FUCK. How was I even able to take all this meat?
I sensed his balls raising and a second later a warm and pleasant feeling spread in my stomach like warm milk. He was still cumming, but the dick was already on his way out. The fat snake left my mouth with a loud and wet smack. I started to breathe for my dear life. The lasts blasts of cum hit me in the face. Dylan was suddenly aware of the things he had done.
“Shit, I’m so sorry! I got lost! You were so damn good!”
I laid on my back in front of our couch and held my cum inflated belly. I felt like a water balloon. My abs were gone but it felt so good. My throat was sore and I was still short of breath.
“Everything all right? Listen, I’m so sorry-”
“Don’t be sorry,” I mumbled. “That was amazing. A bit much, but amazing.”
… and this is how most nights went.
Weeks later I was standing in Dylan’s bathroom flossing my teeth when his voice blasted from the other room.
“Josh! It happened! Come fast!”
For a second I thought he had a heart attack, but nothing could prepare me for the thing I came to see in Dylan’s bedroom. My boyfriend Dylan was sitting on the edge of his bed only in his underwear—the one we had bought together ages ago. Back then it had been a good fit, but now it was deformed and almost ripping by force from within. His former 18-inch cock looked more than three times as big now. How was that possible?
He was crying his eyes out about the massive anaconda in his undies.
“I knew that this would happen one day, but not so fucking early!”
“Oh my God, Dylan! What is this?”
I came closer to his side, but my hands were shaking too much to comfort him. After a few seconds, I could finally touch the thing bulging out his underwear … and it wasn’t real.
“Hahaha! April fools!”
He jumped up, and his package nearly knocked me out of life. He nailed me down on the bed, and I could finally laugh about his stupid joke.
“You really believed me for a second here, did you?”
I felt slightly embarrassed by it, but he was right. And it wasn’t helping too that I could feel the weight of his fake monster bulge between our legs.
“Say, do you want me to have an even bigger cock for you?”
I could finally shake him off.
“Don’t be ridiculous! You’re the most hung stud in the world. I couldn’t be any happier.”
“But that wasn’t the question. I remember your grindr description back then.” He sat back up. “You were looking for someone genuinely gifted. Tell me, Josh, what’s the most perfect size for a man’s cock you can think of?
My own cock was rock hard all the time, and I was still blushing and staring down at his fake package when I said: “You have to understand that this fetish of mine doesn’t have any limits. And I love your monster dick so fucking much, you wouldn’t believe it. And that’s only one of one thousand reasons why I love you.”
Suddenly I found myself in one of the tightest hugs of my life, and I couldn’t understand the world anymore.
“Is everything okay?” I asked him.
“Yes, I just wanna hug you because you’re so fucking beautiful. I truly don’t deserve you.”
Back then I wasn’t really listening to his words. Maybe if I had paid attention to the things he was really saying, I could have heard that he was already saying goodbye to me.
We used the following months to train my body. I was eager to learn how to take Dylan’s hard cock (maybe a little too keen some days) and he was patient enough with me to handle his monster.
We slept with each other at least ten times a week. When it was my turn to top him everything went quite smoothly. Dylan was used to my 14 inches and I could dive deep into him without taking any risks. I loved pounding him from behind, laying on top of him with all my body, feeling my own pecker gliding into him. Meanwhile, he was moaning and riding his own monstrous dick.
This was probably my favorite position, even though it took me some time to build up some stamina. In the beginning, I blew a load almost immediately seeing my cock enter Dylan. It just drove me crazy. Seeing his whale-sized penis was enough to bring me over the edge.
I soon realized that our training sessions had an effect on my body. I managed to take more and more of Dylan’s thickness into me before my ass just protested in sheer pain. We would then have to pause for a while. Even those first few inches were enough to prepare my bottom for more. Another side effect of our sessions I saw quite late was caused by the amount of cum he was shooting into my body. If he came (and he always came) he pumped at least a gallon out of his cock and into me. Sometimes he pulled out, sometimes he filled me with even more. After such a session I could only lay on my back, my belly round, full, and bulging, and Dylan still cumming another gallon onto my body or just somewhere he saw fit.
With growing fear, I saw that the ball gut I was slowly developing wasn’t shrinking down hours after having sex with him. It took at least two weeks! In the first hours, you could actually hear the cum sloshing inside when I walked or moved, and sometimes I could swear that Dylan was still inside me, even though it was just his cum. After it happened the first time, we waited for it to disappear, but as I just mentioned, it took an eternity to go away again. I could even laugh about it first. I stood right above my boyfriend in bed and grabbed my protruding gut with both hands. I could actually grab into it! I have never been “fat” my whole life. Not even thick.
“This is definitely more than my body expected,” I said.
After I learned to receive more and more of Dylan’s size, he wanted to fuck me every single day, but I just couldn’t handle the size of my gut after a while. When I was finally able to take half of his 32-inch hard cock (have I even mentioned his full length yet?), I had achieved a proud ball gut that was jutting out many inches. Most of my shirts weren’t long enough to cover my newly developed belly, and I had to pull them down all day long. The added mass wasn’t particularly soft and jiggly. I just looked like I had swallowed a basketball; a growing one. Soon enough my colleagues asked me if my new boyfriend was a chef, and at first, I couldn’t understand what they meant, but my ‘problem’ became more apparent over time.
I really loved Dylan. That was one of the reasons why I let him fuck me, even though I wasn’t feeling one-hundred percent well in my skin from there on. I was always thinking of my bulging belly. Even though I found it hot to be a bit more massive from time to time, there were also moments (especially in the gym) when I saw my hairy gut peeking out between my shirt and shorts and I just wanted it to swell down. The same night Dylan shoved two feet of his whale cock into me, and I almost lost it. The pleasure hit me like lightning. I was also addicted to having sex with him. But not to the side effects.
By training a lot harder in the gym and Dylan pulling out now and then, I managed to get my old body back. It took me a lot of effort, and after months of having a ball-gut, I was almost missing it. Almost.
I met Dylan’s parents after we’ve been together for over a year. This might sound strange to some of you but meeting each other’s parents has always been one of the most challenging steps in a relationship for me. And for Dylan, too, I guess. I should have known that there was a little more to it than just his shy character. I mean, think about it for a second. You might be able to know what held him back for so long.
His mum and dad lived on the rural side of the country. We went there by plane (Dylan’s bulge looked ridiculous squeezed there in his seat, but he wasn’t hiding it anymore). Roberta (Dylan’s mother) was a warm-hearted lady. When we met here in front of the airport, she immediately gave me a sincere hug and a kiss on the cheek. She was picking us up, and after that, we still had 2 hours to drive.
“Such a big boy. You look bigger than in the photos!”
I was looking over to Dylan. I didn’t know he was sending his mom photos of me.
“Can’t help it,” I said, scratching the back of my head.
The sun was almost down when we arrived at their place.
“Come on in, dinner will be ready in a second.”
Before I could move only one step closer, Dylan held me back. His mom was already inside the house. The crickets surrounding us were as loud as rain.
“What’s up?” I asked him casually, but my mood shifted when I saw how pale he suddenly looked.
“There’s something I should have told you before. I kinda missed the right moment, by pushing it further and further away and into the future … so … here we are.”
“What is it?”
He shifted from one leg to the other. Through the damp summer air, I could see his package clinging to his legs. We were sweating like crazy, but I hugged him anyway. I asked him again. “What is it?”
“I … I just want you to be prepared for my dad.”
“I’m actually quite good with older men. They tend to like me.”
“I’m not worried about that.”
“So what’s it then?”
“I … damnit, I can’t believe I have to say this. You know about my situation. About my package.”
“You mean you massive whale cock?”
“Yes, thank you for being so open. Let’s just say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
I thought about this sentence for a few seconds, and then my eyes went big.
“You’re talking about your father?”
“Yes. Just …” He took a deep breath. “Just show the best side of you, okay? I know you will be fantastic!”
I want to spare you with the details of our dinner talk and the things my body did and the words I said. Dylan’s parents were super warm and relaxed with me, and I enjoyed the evening. There’s nothing else to say about this, considering the perfect couple his mum and dad are. But I have to let you in on the situation his dad had going on. Not because I want to go into detail here, but because I have to, or else you won’t understand the end of the story we’re getting closer to. And yes, there’s an end. One you might not like.
So Dylan’s father … How do I start this sensitive topic?
I described Dylan’s package a lot of times in this story. How big it is, how it casually moves, how much room it needs, and what it looks like when he’s getting a hardon. Back then, Dylan could find ways to conceal his bulge to a degree where no one on the streets could even recognize his unworldly schlong. It was easier in the winters when you needed more layers of clothes, but it was still possible.
Dylan’s father, on the other hand, would never ever ever be able to hide his package. I say this, and I know that I’m one-hundred percent right. Maybe Dylan should have prepared me for the things to happen, but I guess he was also surprised to see the current situation.
So, what happened?
We three (Dylan, Roberta and I) arrived in the dining room of their cute little house, and Roberta immediately ran to the kitchen because something was beeping and probably finished.
“I’ll be back in a sec. Just sit down. And Dylan? Could you open a bottle of wine for us?” And without any warning, she started to scream at the ceiling. “Harold? Come down, your son and his boyfriend are here!” She refound here indoor-voice again. “Enjoy yourself.” And with that, she was gone.
I wanted to talk to Dylan about the things I had to expect, but it was too late. His father could be heard walking down the stairs, and a second later he stood in the doorframe. The second his full statue came into view, Dylan had opened the bottle of wine with a loud plop. But maybe it was the sound my jaw made when it landed on the table. I can’t recollect.
Dylan’s father was Dylan just twenty-something years older. He was a little shorter than me, but his hands and forearms spoke words about the hard labor he had done all his life. To this day I don’t know what his job was. At the night of our dinner, he was wearing a shirt from his favorite football team and some custom-made blue jeans. Why custom-made, you might ask. How did I know you probably wanna know.
See, this moment reminded me of the first time I wrote with Dylan; back then, he had sent me a picture of his bulge to prove that he was indeed packing dick like a motherfucking horse. And if Dylan was the horse, his father was the elephant of the family—and this is in no way an understatement. I would have never believed that something like this … that proportions like this were actually possible! A split second my mind tried puzzling it all together, but in the end, I just thought: They’re joking. Nothing of this is real.
Harold stood there between the rooms, carrying the biggest bulge humankind has ever laid eyes on. The crotch of his custom-made jeans was extended by so much cloth that you could have made a second pair of jeans with it, at least. The whole size of the package he was carrying in front of his thighs could be compared with a gigantic beanbag. The zipper was at least a foot long and visibly fighting against the size from within. The shape of his impossible endowment was quite clearly visible through the thin layer of fabric, and even a short glimpse was enough to make out the lines his heavy balls were drawing. Still, there was no way to tell how much he was really packing. His dick seemed the be squeezed in there like a ball of yarn, running up and down, in and out to use the room it had with maximum efficiency.
Harold was wearing suspenders AND a belt for further assistance. Even all these measures you could still almost see the base of his endowment peeking out; a little of his hair was already visible. It also looked like the suspenders were carrying a lot of weight; they were almost cutting into Harold’s shoulders, and I could only imagine the amount of meat he was moving around there.
As you might guess, my soul left my body for a good amount of time. I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t speak, or at least I couldn’t hear my own words. Everything I did was just a spontaneous reaction that wasn’t even passing my brain. I guess we had a lovely evening, but I can’t remember any details but the things I saw in the following hour of the dinner.
I remember how Harold walked up to his son and hugged him with all his heart. From my point of view, I could see their packages mushing against each other perfectly clear. Luckily, I was still in disbelief of the whole situation, or else my cock would have exploded straight out of my pants, cumming for an hour at least. I was the next one to be hugged, and I couldn’t have seen it coming. The next second, I found myself in a warm embrace by Dylan’s old man, his bulge like a couple of pillows between us.
I remember how Harold found his place at the table and how he sat kinda sideways to it. Why? He had hurled his large package onto another chair right next to him with a loud thud. “Or else the pulling runs the fabric thin very fast,” was something I could hear.
I remember how at the end of the meal we were all full, but Harold was showing a special kind of reaction. He was a little too stuffed and leaned back in his chair. “What a good meal, honey. As always!”
While Roberta and Dylan brought everything back into the kitchen and disappeared for a while, Harold leaned even further back and took a deep breath. Snap! The belt ripped into two pieces, and the force was enough to destroy the first two buttons of his pants in the same breath.
“Free at last,” he said, eyes closed, enjoying the moment thoroughly. I could just sit there and stare in disbelief.
Like rising dough, a couple of inches of hairy man meat bulged out of the grand tear. The thigh-thick base came into view, and more and more of his penis swelled from his former confines.
“There’s nothing better than a good meal!” he said, and then he took another deep breath. I almost fainted. The pressure created by his inhale was enough to open the zipper a few more inches, and even more cock swelled out of his pants. I could easily see the first three feet of his length now with a lot more to come.
Harold suddenly remembered where and with whom he was. He opened his eyes again and tried covering his enormous manhood. Harold could zip up, but the buttons and the belt were gone for now at least. Harold fumbled around a little, but then he saw that the war against his massiveness was lost. The suspenders were the only thing holding everything in place, but the base of his anaconda was exposed to my view.
“Sorry for that. Really. I hope Dylan has informed you about our little family situation.”
“I wouldn’t say that’s a little situation,” I joked.
“Hahaha! Yeah, you’re probably right. Well, excuse me, I should probably change into something better fitting.”
Harold stood up, and the massive bulge rolled over his thighs and into the hold of the suspenders. For a second I thought they would also snap, and the whole monster would see the light of the day, but they remained firm.
After Harold left the room, I collapsed. I had hidden my hardon under my palm right next to my knee for many minutes and resisted every primal urge from within my body. But now I was running out of breath. I panted a few times, and then I could hardly contain the groan starting at the center of my chest and rising to my mouth. I think I never came this hard in my life. I hadn’t really touched myself once, but my cock sprayed a whole lot of cum into my jeans like it was nothing. I could hear it dripping to the ground of the dining room, and I was so lucky to be alone. A minute later I was sweat soaked and still out of breath, my forehead was lying on the table in front of me, my eyes resting on my crotch. I could hardly see it from this perspective, but the whole floor under my chair was probably covered in cum. Before anyone could see it, I cleaned the mess up and rushed to my bag to get a new pair of jeans.
I’m not one hundred percent comfortable saying this now, but I will say it anyway. That night we were at his parent’s house, Dylan and I had sex, and for a few minutes, I imagined him having an even more enormous cock than he already had. I came immediately. My cock was still in Dylan’s ass, and his hard whale cock was lying on his chest, reaching up to his face. And the strangest thing was that his schlong really looked bigger that night, something I hadn’t realized before.
Dylan must have seen my questioning gaze. He said: “All these recent erections I’m having are inflating my dick. I guess I now know why my old man’s thing is so much bigger.”
Back then, I didn’t know what to say. Dylan’s former 32-incher was indeed looking longer and thicker now than when we met. Maybe 35 inches? Perhaps even larger than that.
I collapsed on his chest, or better said on his dick, still breathless from sex. I could feel the warm and wet monster under my pecs. It was pulsing and beating like it had its own heart, and all I could do was imagining it getting bigger.
Another episode you need to hear from before you can understand the end of this story is coming now. The last one.
We were preparing for a night out with the boys. Friends of ours, Friday night, booze, you know this tale.
I was waiting for Dylan at the door, our Uber was already waiting.
When Dylan came downstairs, I could hardly believe my eyes. He was wearing casual jeans he had bought years ago without ever wearing them. They had a good length and fitted his thighs well, but they were too small in the crotch, obviously. His package was bulging like crazy, and I don’t know how he managed to close that zipper. The contour of his schlong was pretty much on display through the thin fabric, and even in the dim light, I could see the veins on it.
“That’s leaving nothing to the imagination,” I joked and laughed. “You sure you wanna go out like this?”
He just smiled and nodded as if this was the most natural thing to do. I had lost the shy Dylan somewhere along the way, I guess.
Of course, our friends commented on this outfit a lot! They know how much he was packing because you cannot hide a fact like that for more than a few weeks. But that said they haven’t seen it on display like this night. And Dylan was going all the way that evening.
When we were dancing in the club, he was using his hips and his package to drive me crazy. The friends who didn’t know I was packing quite more than an average man could see it clearly in my bulge too now. He was driving me wild to a degree where we had to leave the dancefloor, and he had to suck me in the men’s bathroom. We had to repeat this multiple times, and at the end, I was tired and drunk but happy.
Dylan was still full of energy. While I was sitting at the bar enjoying my last glass of Gin for the night, he was dancing. He probably didn’t know I could see him there in the crowd surrounded by people I didn’t know. At least that’s what I tell myself.
The next time I looked over to him to see if he was still dancing, another dude was groping his massive tent with a smile on his face. This is something I had seen before. You probably remember the scene in the store when he allowed Marcus to touch his bulge. He was so shy back then, and the whole situation wasn’t worth talking about. Nevertheless, that harmless bender had driven me crazy, even though I wasn’t showing it that much.
Well … you should have seen the look on Dylan’s face when the other guy touched him down there. There was lust in his eyes, and I could tell that he wanted more from this guy.
Two months later, Dylan broke up with me. I thought about bringing this news to you in an easier way, but we better rip the band-aid off as fast as possible. For sure it was sad and heartbreaking … for years even. This was honestly the hardest breakup I ever had to overcome. Even now I’m thinking about him now and then, about the time we shared.
Dylan was a shy and held back guy when I met him. He had his insecurities about his size and the person he was, and I helped him with that to the degree that he developed into a different direction than me. At the end of our relationship, he was more outgoing, more confident and happier than ever, I would say. But there wasn’t a place for me in this new frame of life. I understand that now, but it was hard for me at the beginning.
My friends always wanted to know if he broke up with me because I couldn’t handle his dick, but that really wasn’t a problem. In the end, he was even more gigantic, probably close to 40 inches, way thicker than his thighs. And believe it or not, I could take it all! It ruined me for at least two days, but I could make it.
I had a headache, and I was nevertheless drinking beer nonstop. The music in the club was good, but I wasn’t in the mood for dancing. I was out with my friends, and while I watched my reflection in the mirror behind the bar counter I wondered how long I would still go on parties like this? I felt terribly old, and when I saw the young guys in the bathroom, doing coke on a dirty toilet seat, I felt even older. This was probably the last time I went to a party like that.
After the breakup from Dylan six years ago I had some relationships but not a single one was as long or as promising as the one with Dylan. Even now, years later, I was thinking about him now and then.
I said goodbye to my friends, told them that I wasn’t feeling well and that I would go home. “No, I’ll be okay. Stay here. I find the way by myself.”
I grabbed my jacket and went out into the warm summer air. It was 1 am in the morning, and I was apparently the only guy walking home and not to the next bar or club. My stomach was empty and rumbling, and I thought about grabbing a snack before going to bed. Three streets from my flat I walked by the old diner. It was still open, and I could see the old waitress making coffee behind the counter. There were a few tables on the other side of the restaurant; bathed in orange light and inviting looking. I almost kept on walking when I saw HIM sitting there.
You can probably imagine the jump my heart made when I saw Dylan. This wasn’t the first time I “met” him on accident. But it had been a year or two now.
I stopped and stared at him. And he was staring back at me through the big panorama windows. It reminded me of our first date at the zoo.
I walked into the diner without knowing what I was doing. Seconds later, I stood right in front of Dylan, a dumb smile on both our faces. He wasn’t leaving his seat to greet me, and so I just sat down on the other side of the table.
It was really nice seeing him again. We talked at least an hour about our current lifes and all the good and bad things that had happened in the last years. I learned that he was single again for a few weeks now, but surprisingly I wasn’t there this evening to say: “Take me back! I miss you so much!” I was over that hill.
I told him that I was sorry about his breakup and our conversation went on. Just like that. It felt more like talking to an old friend and not to an ex-lover. But this wouldn’t be the story of our relationship if nothing happened at the end of the night, right? At least it would be a different kind of story.
I told Dylan that there were still a lot of things in my apartment which belonged to him.
“All right, I could go out for a little walk,” he said with a smile. “Before you throw away all my precious underwear!”
Dylan paid his bill. I was already up on my legs when I saw him struggling to leave the bench behind the table.
“Is everything all right?”
It almost looked like he was stuck.
“Yeah, it has just gotten harder over the years. Er—more difficult.”
I couldn’t possibly understand what he was talking about. Meanwhile, he shuffled his legs under the table, at least that’s what it looked like. With a loud bang the table tipped over, and I could see what the problem was. Dylan was finally free, and so was his bulge. Over the years I had fantasized about his size many times, obviously. Its sheer length and the power it had over me was something I had missed for a long time. But the package wiggling in front of me wasn’t the same I had left behind six years ago. It was substantially bigger, fuller, wider in every possible direction.
He was now wearing the very security measures his dad had back then. Suspenders and a heavy belt to keep everything in place, but it looked like the system wasn’t far from a failure. I could see the base of his insanely thick looking cock.
“What the fuck happened to your penis?” And after a second look, “And your balls?! Holy shit.”
I wasn’t able to control myself after being presented with such a gift.
He was rearranging the table but his magnificent bulge, grander than a bean bag, was in his way all the time. Watching him like that, I had a hardon immediately. Dylan was noticing it in an instant. He smiled.
“Still the same guy, am I right? Well, it seems like having a lot of sex had its effect on me. I don’t wanna brag in front of you, but I honestly think that’s the reason for my growth here.” And he grabbed his bulge with both arms and dropped it onto his thighs with a loud smack. His zipper was slowly ripping open, and I could see that he wasn’t wearing anything below.
“But we can talk about my new size later. Let’s get my things. I think my pants won’t last the whole night.”
And he was right.
I had a little cupboard in my bedroom full of things I couldn’t throw away. Boxes with photos, small cases filled with birthday gifts from my niece, old shirts I couldn’t wear anymore, and so on. In there was a carton with the word “Dylan” on top.
Back in the hallway, I put it next to Dylan on the ground.
“Here we go.”
I had to focus for a second because the size of his bulge was driving me crazy. Even worse, he still smelled the same as all those years ago.
“It was really nice meeting you,” I said and hugged Dylan before he could see my rising boner again. I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that he was clearly able to feel it poking his own monster. Hugging him was a bit strange because of his bulge between us, and honestly, I didn’t want it to end there.
“Good night, big guy,” Dylan said, and before he broke the hug, he pressed his lips on mine. I opened my mouth, and our tongues found each other like old friends. Dylan was still a fantastic kisser.
“I wanna show you how big I’ve become,” he whispered. “You’ll love it.”
His hot breath was on my neck, while my hands wandered down to his crotch. I could feel the blood rushing to his humongous dick, inflating it like an emergency slide. The seams on the side of his pants were ripping audibly, and I was gladly helping to tear the rest down.
Dylan’s whale cock jumped forward and struck me in the face. I fell over and landed on my back.
“Jesus!” was the only thing I could say seeing Dylan in all his glory.
His two balls were waving in a pendulum, each the size of an overgrown watermelon and close to his knees. He “stepped” over them to have more room for his cock. And what a cock!!! It was enormous, and even online I haven’t seen a thing like that. Dylan’s whale cock was lying on the ground for a foot or two while he was standing! It was broader than one of his thighs … by a lot! It looked so heavy laying there, and I almost creamed my pants touching its hot surface for the first time in years. Back then his cock had been nearly 20 inches long soft. A monster in every kind of sense. I don’t know what to name the thing in front of me.
“How big has it become?”
“It’s hard to tell because every time I get hard nowadays, it grows. Or at least it feels like it.”
I grabbed the head of his cock and placed it on my lap. The weight felt amazing. His glans was already covered in shiny precum. I remember how I was able to take his soft thickness into my mouth. Now that he was at least 5 times as thick I had no chance.
“It’s now big enough for you to fuck it,” he said with a low voice as if this was perfectly normal. “I heard it feels amazing; even better than my ass.”
I helped him carry his dick to my bedroom, and we were fully naked and sweaty in minutes. My 14-incher was pulsing and ready, and I will forever remember the moment I inserted my cock into Dylan’s for the first time. The grip of his schlong was tight and very intense. He could take me without hesitation, and the rising hardon of his was growing around my cock. It was becoming more and more ecstatic. Seeing Dylan’s cock grow thicker and thicker in the process of me fucking his length was making me cum even faster. His circumference had doubled meanwhile, and the base of his mammoth cock was pressing his legs apart. His cock was now bigger than me! Over 6 feet long! The veins on its surface were like the rivers on a map, and they became clearer and fatter with every heartbeat.
“I’m almost hard now! Don’t stop fucking me!” Dylan ordered.
My sweat was dripping onto his shaft, and I could feel him growing even tighter around my own monster dick. With another jump in size, another foot was added to its length, and the thickness developed far beyond the natural.
“Fuck, my penis is bigger than ever,” he cried in pleasure while resting on top of his own cock, his balls jiggling between his feet behind him.
“Dylan I need to cum! I cannot hold it anymore!”
And so I did.
I could feel how my 14-incher was pumping a good quarter of a gallon inside his shaft, a dick so big I couldn’t encompass it with my arms!
I collapsed onto his cock, and our heads were right next to each other. I pulled my cock out, and with it, liters of cum and precum followed and flooded the ground of my bedroom. It was like opening a bottle of champagne. This had been the best orgasm I had in years.
“Now I’m probably an inch bigger already,” Dylan said while he was running his hand through my hair. “Do you think you’re still able to take it?”