Interestingly enough, I met him through Literotica.
He and I had both been submitting stories for awhile. His were more man on man than mine; mine were primarily about my wife, who I adored, (at the time). We have since divorced. I have always been a bit excited about the idea of two men together, being sexy and sucking cock. Some of my stories were about just that. My descriptions of how much fun it was and my intimate descriptions of how much I enjoyed exploring another man's cock and balls, giving pleasure, really delving into the sensuality of it.
Donny had written reviews on the site, admiring my detailed descriptions and that fact that he noticed how turned on I was by the subject of size. I wrote back that I was turned on by size, but that size wasn't the only exciting factor. It was often simply being in a particular place, in a particular mindset, with a particular person that really triggered my fantasies.
Donny's stories were mostly gay and mostly revolved around being taken for the first time and trying things for the first time, which I found very erotic. Descriptions of a man's first time being nude with another man, touching , exploring, sucking cock for the very first time I found very hot.
We continued to review and respond to each other's writing, with very positive feedback. I sent him my email in one particular review and he replied. We began to email directly and through our correspondence discovered that we lived just a few towns apart. We decided to meet for coffee.
Donny was a pretty quiet guy, fairly tall, shy, kind of soft and squishy. We chatted about our lives and I learned that he lived with his invalid mother and had for many years. He had very few relationships in his life and none for about 2 years. I was shocked as I can't live without contact for very long at all. I enjoy just getting out with people, dancing and going places. He hadn't done anything in a long time. He worked part-time at the local post office sorting dead mail. He admitted that he wasn't very good with people.
We began a friendship of sorts, mostly through email, but having coffee occasionally. After a few months he admitted that his mother gave him a very hard time about dating. He never went out with girls and admitted that the few times with women they had not worked out. The few men that he had been with were likewise short-lived. When I asked him, he admitted to enjoying men more. When I asked him what he liked he told me, quietly and nervously that he enjoyed giving head to guys, without reciprocation.
I have heard that this is a common enough thing, but never understood why he wouldn't enjoy getting head in return. He turned very sheepish at this point and I dropped it. The subject came up a few more times, without much new info. Another month passed and he read a story of mine about meeting a guy with a huge cock and finding it very exciting. He emailed me that he thought that was very sexy. The following week he invited me to his house.
I arrived at the complex where the house, that he shared with his mother, was located. It was an older neighborhood with some amazing houses, in a gated community. I parked by the communal pool and he walked out to meet me. He had two coffee cups and suggested that we sit in the clubhouse by the pool. He told me that his mother made having people over impossible, as she was always getting into it with him in front of his friends. He unlocked the clubhouse and we went in. He locked the door behind us, but didn't turn on the lights. We entered another room, used as a kind of lounge I guess, that had no windows.
He told me that he was on the board of the HOA and did a lot of their IT stuff, and that no one ever came to the clubhouse; that it just went to waste. People did walk by occasionally, so he didn't want to sit where people might see in. We sat and sipped our coffee and chatted a bit. Donny was obviously very nervous. I asked him why.
"Why are you so nervous?"
"I don't know. I just really like your stories." He told me quietly.
"Yeah? What do you like about them?"
"You're so descriptive. You write like you really did what you're describing and that you really enjoyed it."
I told him that most of the time that was true, but that some of the time it was just imagination. He mentioned my recent story about meeting the guy with the huge cock.
"Was that story true?" he asked.
"Actually", I told him, "that story wasn't real, but it sounds really exciting." He told me that he thought so too. "You like 'big cock' stories?" I asked.
"I liked yours." I asked him why. "Well, 'cause you made it sound really exciting and like something you enjoyed." I told him that I thought that I would enjoy that. He asked why.
"Well, I don't know really. It just excites me to think of seeing a really huge cock, of holding it gently, watching it grow bigger and harder, getting really huge in my hand, feeling it so warm, just being so big." He was squirming a bit. "I think a penis can be very beautiful, and a big penis is even more so." I told him that he looked really nervous and asked him why. He sipped his coffee and tried to put his thoughts together. I could practically see his mind working.
"I just..." he started. "I just have had a tough time with people." He could see that I was confused, but just waited. "I've had both men and ... women especially ..." he trailed off again. "It's kind of embarrassing." I told him not to worry, to take his time, that it looked like he had something to tell me, but that I was in no rush.
"I have kind of a big cock." He said quietly at last, looking relieved to have said it, but not sure how I would react. I felt my eyebrows lift questioningly.
"Isn't that a good thing?" I asked.
"Well ... It's really big." Now I was intrigued. "Like ... too big." He was nodding and looking really worried about my reaction.
"Too big?" I asked, taken aback. "Is there such a thing?"
He told me that, apparently, there was. All of the women he had been with, you could count them on one hand, and most of the men, were turned off by his size. A few guys had been really into it, but in creepy ways; fetish kind of things.
"You just sounded ..." he hesitated, "I don't know ...kind of different." We sat there in silence for a bit.
"Well you know," I said quietly, "now I am just too intrigued." I smiled gently. "I think I really want to see it. Show me 'Too Big'" He looked terrified. "I admit that this is kind of exciting. Actually," I corrected myself, " no, it is very exciting!" He looked about ready to run out of the room. It was apparent that he had been in this same position before, and the reaction he got before from people was obviously not good. I could tell that he was taking a real chance again, out on a limb here, facing rejection all over again.
"I can't imagine," I told him, "how big a cock would have to be before I would think it was too big." He sat woodenly. His time had come. "Would you be more comfortable if I showed you mine first?" He relaxed noticeably and simply nodded.
I set down my coffee cup and stood. I took off my jacket and tossed it over a chair. I looked him in the eye and said,