We sat there panting for a bit, naked, across from each other, our cocks now soft and squishy and only semi-erect; feeling all nice and sated. I noticed that his was still wildly engorged, or maybe that was its normal state.
"I just can't get over how big you are." I told him. He began to look a bit concerned and shifted a bit in his seat, closing his legs a bit. "No, no. Don't hide that incredible cock. I love to look at it. I love how big you are! I totally turns me on!!"
He visibly relaxed a bit and smiled slightly. "Yours is amazing too." He said quietly, taking in the view of me sitting nude in front of him. "Your cum is really tasty".
"Yours is incredibly delicious! C'mere with that big beautiful dick again." He stood and moved over in front of me. "Mmmmm, so thrilling." I moaned as I took him in my hand again.
I kissed along the length again. His hand came gently to the back of my head. I reached down and made a tight circle around his balls with my thumb and forefinger; they barely reached around. I gently squeezed and tugged until his ball sack was nice and tight, his balls perfectly displayed in the tight skin.
"You really don't mind how big I am?" he asked, kind of shyly. I looked up into his eyes.
"I LOVE how big you are! Your sweet cock is huge, and beautiful, and sexy and turns me on completely. Don't ever be shy with me about this perfectly wonderful penis." I looked down again, examining every inch of him and his big balls. "Your balls thrill me! They flood me with so much luscious cum."
I lifted his cock out of the way and leaned in to kiss them both, working my tongue lovingly over the taut skin. He moaned with passion as I kissed and licked both his huge balls.
"God, these produce so much delicious cum." I moaned into his crotch.
"If you don't watch it, you're gonna get more." He hissed through clenched teeth.
"Don't threaten me with a good time." I teased. "Or a hot meal." He laughed. "That would be so yummy right now. I love the taste of your creamy cum." He was getting harder again. His cock may have been too large to ever get 'rock hard', but was hard enough.
As I continued to lick my way around the amazing length of his penis I wondered why he never met anyone that loved his big dick the way I did.
"Why does your mother give you such a hard time about dating?" Donny tensed a bit and went very quiet. I finally looked up into his eyes and saw that I had upset him with the question. "Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to pry. You don't have to explain anything to me." He shook his head slowly. I just gently held that huge cock and caressed his big balls as he seemed to get his thoughts together.
"It's kind of difficult to talk about." He finally said quietly, moving back to his chair. He looked distressed. "It's gonna sound so weird." I slid to the floor and moved over to him, gently opening his legs and moving up between them. I took another hold of his giant penis and just kept petting him telling him not to worry about it. He didn't owe me anything by explanation.
"No." he said, "I want to tell you. I want to tell someone, and you seem like you might not freak out."
"I won't." I assured him. "Whatever it is, I would never judge you. I have no right."
Donny began a long story about growing up without a father, who had ditched out on his mom when Donny was too young to ever remember him. He had run off with a local tramp, 20 years his junior, who had never had a real home and latched onto Donny's dad like a fly on flypaper. His story wandered through a youth of isolation and loneliness, where only his mother ever really cared for him closely. School was tough and by high school he dropped out as kids were making fun of 'Mr. Horsecock'. Gym class was brutalizing as the boys in the locker room would poke fun at his enormous penis. Halfway through his sophomore year he dropped out and never went back. His mother tutored him at home.
"Mom always took care of me." He said wistfully, staring off at long lost memories. He returned from his reverie to look me square in the face. "Mom always took care of me."
"She sounds wonderful." I told him, quietly. He gave me a sober look.
"Mom always took care of me." He enunciated each word carefully. He gave me a look like I wasn't getting it. "You know what I mean?" I shook my head, not knowing what he meant. His eyebrows raised up and he gave me a meaningful look like, 'You get it?'
The full realization of what he meant suddenly blossomed in my mind. Donny had that stricken look on his face again.
"You mean ..." I couldn't figure where to start. "She took care of you?" I dared not get this wrong. "How did she do that?"
