It was late on a Friday night. Eric Lowman and I were having a giggly, flirtatious night of movies and wine in his apartment. Every time a new leading man would come onto the screen, I'd snuggle close, drape one leg over him, and whisper in his ear like a good slut,
"You're cock is bigger than his." This time, I was pointing at Brad Pitt.
His response was always the same.
"I know."
While we watched the rest of "Troy" (Dreadful film!), I unzipped his jeans and began giving him slow, sloppy, lounge oral. It took restraint to keep myself from inhaling his massive meat into my throat, but I held on, and spent good time slowly licking and giving puckering little kisses to his unbelievable rod. I slurped on his balls and cock, watching it wobble as it hardened, and pulled it this way and that to get different angles for me to suck and lick.
As I coated his whole pillar in moisture, soon he began to contribute some wetness of his own. Pre-cum began to flow from his dickhead. A few drops at first, easily licked up, but they gradually got bigger and bigger. Soon I was sucking pints of drooling jizz into my throat, smearing plum size orbs around my mouth before swallowing down his voluminous loads. I broke from his dick to take a swallow of wine, pulling alternately from the bottle and his prick, letting the tannic whine counter the taste of the bittersweet shaft-sherry.
Now I'm not wine snob, but when it comes to cum, I am a connoisseur extraordinaire. Eric's tasty testicular juice is something I would buy by the bottle for far more than I'd pay for good wine.
Of course I knew that in order to get some all I had to do was keep sucking.
Lucky me! So suck and slurp I did, finally working his huge cock to a standing position, casting a long shadow across the bed, and obscuring his view of the movie from his current vantage point. He made no effort to look around it though; he was closing his eyes, enjoying my slavish ministrations on his massive prong.
Suddenly I gave him a sluttish look as an idea flashed though my head.
"What?" He asked.
I smirked and grabbed the wine-bottle, setting on the bottom part of his cut abdomen, just above his pubes.
"Look at that!" I said, my jaw dropping with new wonder at the beast before me.
His towering fuck-mast wobbled and trembled at its full twenty-two inches, the length of it extending far past the whole wine bottle! It was not even much slimmer than the base of the thing, and this was not a thin bottle. I just stared at the image, trying hard to burn the impossibility of it into my brain.
"You just gonna look at it or do you wanna suck it?" Eric asked.
I just gave him a naughty look and wrapped my famous FF's around the pillar of pleasure, loving the slap of his shaft against my cheek as I started to jack him gently with my tits.
I was of course, smothering his dormant grapefruit-like testes with the bottoms of tits, loving the feel of their wrinkled surface scraping the sensitive undersides of my boobs.
Then I was feasting on him. My huge, drooling, pillow-soft lips worked his shaft with a hunger that was born of unspeakable lust.
He reached out and seized my breasts in his big hands; I was amazed at how much of my tit-flesh was covered by his long, strong fingers. He began to jack me harder than I had been doing it to him, teasing my nipples with his thumbs while he worked.
I moaned like a wild woman and raised up to devour his head like a wild animal, reveling in the juicy, spermy taste that trickled steadily into my mouth. It puzzled me that no matter how often I drained this stud's balls; they filled up with even more as though to spite me.
I grabbed those heavy hangers in my hands and started to pump them aggressively, squeezing and tugging them in a way that let him know that he was all man.
Soon I was spewing out throat-fulls of cream all over the two of us, completely soaking his cock, my tits, my hands, and his balls in a drippy mix of saliva, pre-cum, and pure unadulterated horniness.
He moaned loud as I shifted position and started to engulf him into my throat. The very fiber of my being wanted nothing more than to pleasure him. My throat was massaging its full effort around his thickness; my gag reflex was fighting nobly as I choked inch after inch of huge cock-shaft down.
Soon I was bobbing my head and gagging on a foot of dick, eagerly moaning as he pumped my tits and I pumped his balls. Suddenly the massive orbs swelled, and I knew I was about to get rewarded for all my sluttish effort. I pulled back and braced for impact.
I got impact all right. My head snapped back in an explosion, pressured eruptions of cum blasting my head off his cock and back onto the bed. With a roar of triumph Eric proceeded to hose me down.
But this kind of hosing did nothing to cool me off... instead it just heated me up. I writhed and moaned under his pounding salvos of spunk, the creamy torpedoes of hot sperm detonating off my face, my tits, my legs, and my stomach. I was shoveling it into my mouth as fast as I could, but I can't keep up with Eric. Soon I was a panting, moaning mess, lying drenched in gunt on the bed, rubbing it into my body and licking my hands.
"Reminds me of the day we met." Eric chuckled.
"Mmm" I purred. Than another sluttish idea leapt into my head. "Hey! Wanna fuck me?" I asked.
"Of course." He said.
"Let's go visit Aaron, then!" I laughed.
"What?" He blinked. "You aren't thinking of going back to him!"
"Oh no, of course not stud. Not after meeting a real man like you. I just wanna make him watch! Show him what a better fuck you are than he is. What do you think?"
"He cocked his head, considering a moment." Well fuck, I'm drunk enough. Let's do it. Call a cab."
*** The whine had my already low inhibitions down as we sped across town in the little yellow & black.
I leaned over the front seats, seatbelt unfastened, displaying my generous deep cleavage through a red halter-top, tight and braless.
"Please fasten your seatbelt, miss" The cabbie said.
"My boyfriend here?" I bragged smarmily, "He's got a 22 inch cock."
"Miss, Iā" Both Eric and the cabby blushed deeply.
"I bet your dick isn't that big. Is it?"
The cabbie looked like he wanted shriven up and disappear. I imagine that's what his balls and dick where doing while I went on and on. I held my hands far out to show him. I talked about how much he stretched my pussy and mouth. How he towered over the wine bottle and how he had nuts that could almost knock you unconscious if they were dropped on your head.
The cabbie was so eager to kick us out by the time we reached Black's house that he didn't even wait for a tip.
My tips would have been, "Grow a big dick. Then girls like me will fawn over you instead."
Oh well.
Onto Aaron Black.
***
Not that I would ever strictly get "on" to Aaron Black every again. My days of craving his gigantic jock ended the day Eric's popped out his pants. Imagine that you've been listening to say, a single man playing a kazoo, and than suddenly you're exposed to chamber orchestra or a good rock band. The scale when it comes to those two cocks doesn't even come close.
I recall back to my first encounter with Aaron when I miscalculated that he might have been packing as much as 18 inches. How foolish I was to exaggerate that now insignificant length into more than it was worth. Well I was fool no longer, and Aaron Black was unsuspecting in his dark little house on the hilltop.