Thanks for the feedback everyone on the last story. In an attempt to improve the story based on suggestion, there are a few stat changes I try to sneak in there. So excuse the inconsistencies, this is really my first "erotic" story I've written and posted. So hopefully they get better with time. Please feel free to leave comments and suggestions. They are appreciated. I will try my best to fix spelling and grammatical errors, but these stories are usually written on my smart phone during my day in small pieces, so sorry if that drives anyone nuts. Also to address a comment, no, I do not think 7" is small, but smaller and thinner than the counterpart in the story. I wanted to capture the fetish I suppose vs the reality based on my own fantasy and stats, and liked the idea of focusing on girth compared to length in this case. Hope that makes sense.
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The drive home left Frank's head running in circles. For a moment, he felt ashamed that he, a married man had just cheated on his wife. He also felt slightly ashamed of his cock. He knew he was average at least, and not small; that he made his wife cum all the time and she loved riding his cock. But he still left feeling somewhat inadequate. He knew that his cock would never fill a hole like Chuck's would, or that his cum wouldn't be near as much as what sprayed out Chuck's cock (what seemed like never ending ropes of cum.) However, while struggling with his emotions, the thought of that big cock shooting cum all over his tongue and face caused his cock to stir again. He couldn't put it out of his head.
As the days passed Frank tried to focus on his daily life, but here and there, he'd get stuck on the thought of Chuck again. One night when he was tugging at his dick all he could think is how little it filled his hands, and that when he used both hands it fully enveloped his dick. It felt so empty compared to his new found friends massive member, and how even with two hands he couldn't hold it all.
It was decided, he needed to call Chuck, even though it had only been a week. Every day he found himself craving it.
Friday had come and he couldn't bare to wait, so he pulled out the card, and gave it a ring....
"This is Chuck," the answer came and just hearing his voice made Frank's cock stir.
"Hey Chuck, it's Frank."
"Hey Frank, I was hoping you'd call. I can't be on the phone long, but do you have sat night free? "
"I can be free."
"Hey, why don't we try to meet at the same bar and have a few around 9pm. My girl will be gone for the night...."
"I could do that."
"Oh, and if you have any boxer briefs, wear those. I like the way they outline little dicks."
"Will do!"
"See ya then bud. Gotta go!"
By the end of the call Frank could hardly wait and his dick was pushing against his jeans throbbing for release.
Saturday night came, Frank showered, cleaned every inch of himself, and shaved his balls and trimmed neatly around his cock.
He was by no means a sissy, or soft. Frank was the kind of guy who was super active, outdoorsy and had that permanent five o'clock shadow. He had a carved jaw, and deep eyes, and looked more like a country boy than anything else. He was definitely masculine. That being said, there was something very boyish about Frank as well. Cleaned up, he may pass for 19-20, but at 30 he had a young sense about him. Despite his masculinity, he was wild about the thought of Chuck looking over his body and wanting to take control of him. He looked in the mirror and examined his balls, making sure they were perfectly smooth, and trimmed around his hairy ass. He slid on a red pair of boxer briefs. Looking in the mirror, he examined his ass and turned around and admired how he package fit tightly and neatly against his body. Then Frank got dressed and headed to the bar. His body was practically vibrating with excitement.
He got there before Chuck did, so he ordered A double shot of tequila, and then another. By the time he had finished Chuck had walked through the door. Frank. Couldn't shake the nervous, adrenaline rushed, heart thumping feeling that overtook him as if he was a young boy going on his first date.
"Hey Frank, good to see you," Chuck said as he came up and gave Frank a pat on the back. Chuck was wearing a tshirt and a tight pair of pants that couldn't hide his bulge very well.
"Yeah, you too."
"Let me buy you a drink." Chuck didn't even wait for Frank to reply, or express what he liked. "Hey bartender, grab my buddy and I a triple shot of whiskey."
Frank liked whiskey, but after the tequila was afraid he'd have to meter himself or he may not remember much after leaving the bar...
Chuck spoke up again to the bartender, "...and bring us a bud to follow that with...."
Then he looked back at Frank and smiled, " I hope you don't mind me ordering for you, but it seemed appropriate."
"It's okay, I don't mind whiskey at all."
"Good. Man, I'm so glad you followed through and called me, I've been thinking about you all week. I haven't been able to get last weekend out of my head."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yep, but ive been trying not to do too much about it so I could save all that 'energy' for you. "
Frank laughed, lifted his glass, and swallowed it all quickly, feeling the warmth travel down his throat and move towards his stomach.
"I hope that same approach is something you pull out later when you have something else to run down your throat..." Chuck said.
"I'm sure it will."
They shot the shit a little longer about random stuff.
"So you haven't really described much about your wife yet..."
"Oh, well she's a little shorter than me, and a brunette. She's not quite as trim as your girl, but in good shape. She's got nice 36 C's and a nice little round ass. A little more curvy than yours I suppose. She shaves except for a small patch above her slit"
"Sounds hot. Got any pics?"
Frank pulled out his phone and showed Chuck a pic of her posing at the beach.
"She's a looker. I bet she's a fun ride."
"Oh yeah, she's got a dirty little mouth on her too."
"Bet she wouldn't mind being filled up by a nice big cock..."
