I have a big dick. It's 11 inches long, 6 inches wide, cut so that the big head is always exposed. There are good things and bad things about having a big dick (yes, really, there ARE disadvantages despite what you've thought.). In the realm of sex, mostly it's good things. In the area of personality, though, it took some time to work through things.
Let's start with women. Just having a big dick didn't automatically take away my nervousness or my hesitancy around them. Asking one on a date was still agonizing for a long time -- that fear of rejection is a powerful beast! I got over that like any red-blooded young man, however, and moved into dating. And that opened up another can of worms. Imagine, if you will, making out with a pretty girl. Kissing and hugging. Getting your hands on her soft breasts and hard nipples. Learning to use them to build up her desire -- it's fun, right? I mean, I got really good at sucking on boobs -- so good that half the time the girls would cum from that alone! So you figure, hey, they just came, maybe I can get them to return the favor...
Well, for the first 9 women I was with, that was definitely NOT the case. Two of them didn't get beyond rubbing my dick through my pants before they freaked out. Out of the rest, all of them let me get it out and then went through various changes. One just wanted to look at it -- that was it! No touching! Imagine!
Two of them managed to get up the nerve to play with it/me. I mean, any touching is good, but those two must have thought it was fragile glass and not the thick, solid monster it feels like. Dropped them off and took care of it myself. Of the remaining four (and yes, I remember each one), they all got me off but seemed so troubled by it that it was almost a waste. Of course, pumping my cum all over an expensive sweater, splattering it into heads of teased hair, and general messiness might have contributed -- but after nine tries I was pretty down on having a big cock. I was beginning to research reduction. I know that shocks most guys who wish for bigger dicks. But when you really want to get related to another human being, and your dick scares them away, well, you begin to get desperate.
As luck would have it, however, number ten was different. Claire was a little bit different from all the other women before her anyway. She dressed differently, for one thing. Her clothes were either extremely tight clung to every inch of her body, or very loose and capable of revealing flashes of skin I never expected. She could outdrink me or just about anyone I knew. I figured she was the kind of women I would never have a chance with -- one who appears in porn fantasies in print and on film.
Guess what? She not only was one of those fantasies come true, she was a size queen as well. With friends, as it turned out. It started one night as we were sitting and drinking in the local bar down the street from my apartment. She was drinking whiskey, neat, and I was on my third beer when she turned to me and asked the question that changed my life.
"How come you haven't hit on me? Are you gay or something?"
My mouthful of beer came out my nose. It took a few minutes to clean that up and recover. "Are you serious?" I asked.
"Damn straight I am! You're a pretty good looking dude, and I thought I was giving you all the right signals -- I know this blouse shows off my tits when I lean over. I think I even caught you looking, so I don't think you're gay. What gives?"
"This is going to sound a bit strange. But I'm gonna be honest -- I've gone out with nine women, and they all rejected me. I like you, and I've been trying to figure out how we can be friends. Safe, you know?
"I'm not sure." She looked at me. "I have to ask -- what happened that nine women rejected you? They find out you were sex offender or something?" She said with a smile, softening the blow.
"I'm kinda embarrassed here, Claire. I have a very big dick, and they got freaked out by it." I sat there, looking at her, having just revealed what seemed to me to be a dark secret.
"Damn. How big are you?" She asked.
"Eleven inches long." I replied. Her mouth fell open and she moved closer to me.
"Oh. My. God. Danny, I've been looking for you all my life!" Her hand was in my lap, tracing the length of my growing cock. Her eyes seemed to glaze over for a minute. A moan escaped her lips. My cock was like an iron pipe, running down my leg and she was making it harder than I could remember ever being.
"You like it?" I asked.
"Honey, I like it and I am going to love it! We need to get out of here. Pay the tab while I use the ladies' room, and let's go."
I settled my pants a bit so I could stand without embarrassing myself or falling over, and got the waitress to handle the bill. Claire came out of the back and reached out to me to get me up, and put something damp in my hand. I looked, and it appeared to be her panties.
"Yeah. That's exactly what you think. I am so fucking horny right now that I can barely talk and I want you to know it. Where can we go?"
Since my apartment was within walking distance, I suggested that and we left. We were passing one of the alleys on the street when she grabbed my hand and pulled me into it, dropping to her knees. "Come here, big boy. I need to see it." She said, and worked at my belt and zipper.
When she worked my jeans and briefs down to my knees, my cock stood at attention, jutting in front of me like a flag. Her eyes were staring, seemingly awestruck. Her hands were beginning to play with it. She used one hand to cup my balls, and the other to attempt to circle my cock. The sensations were wonderful.
"Oh man! You have a monster!" No sooner had she finished the statement than she had the head of it all in her mouth. No one had ever done that. It was a fantasy come true! And she wasn't stopping at the head -- she was working my cock deeper into her mouth. It was as if a hot, wet flame was burning on my dick, My knees trembled, and she felt that. She put her hands on my hips and pushed me back so my naked ass was against the wall, then she grabbed my hands and put them on her head. It was just a like a picture out of some porno video and my cock grew even harder.
Then she went back at it. Her head began to bob; pulling back and running her tongue around the head, then moving forward and getting more of my shaft in her mouth each time. I was in another world, just feeling the sensations on my dick. I closed my eyes to savor the feelings and she kept fitting more into her mouth. I felt her adjust her throat -- or do something different, anyway -- and suddenly her nose was jammed into my stomach and my entire length was enveloped in a hot, wet tunnel that seemed like liquid velvet. And I came. Again and again. Pumping cum down her throat and she just kept taking it. Every swallow brought new sensations and, in turn, more cum.
Finally, after everything was still, she pulled her head off and looked up at me. "Thank
you. You are magnificent!"
