Jolly Dumbo

My name is Carlin, and I like big men. Do not get me wrong I am not into obese men, but I like large rugged males. Big hands, big feet, big bodies, and big knobs are like nectar to me. I cannot stand pretty boys, because they bore the shit out of me. I once saw a troupe of women performing a song on a live television show, dedicated to the sorts of men they preferred. One of the big mamas during her solo snippet sang, ‘I like them big and stupid.’ I was definitely with her.    

Big boys are just different. They do not strut around like puny peacocks, but ooze self-confidence in the knowledge that they are at the top of the masculine ladder. Being embraced by a big macho beast and succumbing to his lust was like an elixir to me. When I saw a huge, manly alpha, my arse tingled with anticipation. I always dreamed about a brutal fucking by one of these primitive creatures once I got dragged off by my hair.     

I believe you may have the general idea by now, so can you imagine my delight one evening when I came across a site on my computer called BM4LG (Big Men for Small Guys). I almost pissed in my underpants with excitement. The BM part of the name fitted me like a glove. I was five-foot-six-inches-tall and weighed one hundred and thirty pounds, and if I may say so myself, I was also attractive.

After registering on the site, I began randomly looking at the men, delighted by what I saw. Sadly, however, the first half dozen men I encountered all lived far away. My brain then finally engaged, and I clicked on the ‘guys in your area’ tag. The first two local men did not appeal to me. The third man looked a bit more promising and I made a mental note of him. Numbers, four and five once again were not to my taste, but then number six popped onto my screen.

‘Yes, fuck yes,’ I immediately thought.

The picture before me was of a man seated in a forward-leaning position, with his legs apart and his arms resting on his knees. He wore a pair of shorts and was very bulky. His moobs were meaty, and his arms and legs were thick. Huge hands hung interlocked before him, and his hair and beard were short-cropped. Jonah had a piercing gaze that excited me, and his demeanour was clearly, ‘don’t mess with me.’ His nose was broad, which suited his square face and his mouth had an almost cruel look to it. The top of his left arm had a tattoo. Judging by the tattoos on either shoulder, I was certain that the tattoos extended onto his back.

‘Perfect, just perfect,’ I blissfully thought.

I did not even bother to look at the next two men before sending Jonny a message. I also attached a good photo of myself.

There was no immediate response, but the following morning, I did get a reply. He explained that he was away on business but would call me two days later, on Friday. He also mentioned that the picture I had sent overwhelmingly met with his approval.

On Friday afternoon, I received a call from him. The deep register of his gravelly voice filled me with excitement. Regrettably, he had an early business dinner that evening and asked if he could pop by my place at around ten o’clock.

After punctually arriving, we sat in my lounge, each with a glass of wine in our hands. Jonah was as bulky as I had hoped, and for the next twenty minutes, we easily conversed.

“So… what do you like in bed?” he eventually asked.

Shrugging, I coyly replied, “Everything.”

“Do you like it slightly rough?” he inquired.

“Yeah,” I demurely answered.

“Good,” he replied with an impish grin. “Well, should we make our way to the bedroom?” he then suggested.

After we undressed, my mouth almost salivated at the sight of the man. He was just perfect, well, almost perfect. Jonah’s cock was not exactly a big as had hoped for, but adequate. When we got onto the bed, however, and his large frame encapsulated me, I was overjoyed.

Whispering in my ear, he asked, “Have you been a good boy this week?”

“No,” I naughtily replied.  

“Mmmm… Well, then, I’m going to have to punish you,” he murmured in a husky growl. Lifting onto his knees, Jonah ordered me onto my stomach. His big hands first gripped onto my butt cheeks, before lifting and smacking my backside. Several thwacks and grasps followed before he got off the bed. As I turned over, he moved to where he had left his trousers, he then placed a hand in one of the pockets, before removing what looked like a red rubber tube of sorts with red nodules protruding over its surface. After returning to the bed, he stood looking at me with a naughty smile on his face, dangling the tube before me.

“Meet a friend of mine. His name is Mr. Knobbly.”

“What is that?” I bewilderedly inquired.

“It’s called a cock sleeve,” he informed me.

As I observed, transfixed, he spat into his hand and smeared saliva on his dick. Next, he pulled the tight-fitting sleeve over his cock. The red sleeve looked manic and perfectly resembled the look of a pearled dick I had once seen on the internet. The nodules looked ominous. I now began to worry about my earlier bravado. Observing the sight before me, I tried not to panic as he got back on the bed.

“You’re going to love this, baby,” he said, as he turned me onto my stomach and remounted my body.

After nestling his dick between my arse-crack, he commenced kissing me without any movement from his cock. A short while later, however, as his butt began to stir, he gently began rubbing my backside with the sleeve. The effect was immediate as I commenced groaning with excitement. As Jonah upped his tempo the sensation was mindboggling, and my groans turned into gasps of pleasure. Jonah then lifted his backside before I felt Mr. Knobbly’s coarsely enter my arse.

Jonah pushed his knob forward very slowly, tantalizing my excited sphincter. Once all in, he held still in me for a short while. When Jonah leisurely restarted his engine, my groans escalated to grunts of ecstasy as the abrasive rubbing began to stimulate me. As he increased his thrusting, my body went into sensual overload. Having found a steady rhythm, Jonah lifted his torso onto outstretched arms and plunged Mr. Knobbly into my shuddering body as my dick rubbed against the sheet. Lustfully, my convulsing my head now flailed about, uttering sounds that I never knew I was capable of making.

As my arse burned with pleasure, my balls exploded in orgasm all over the sheet below me. Jonah then began pummelling into me, determined to sustain his fast approaching climax, and when he finally unloaded minutes later, I had never felt so satisfied in my life. After lowering his body back onto me afterward, I felt Mr. Knobbly withdrawing before nestling between my cheeks once more. Jonah now commenced kissing my back, head, and shoulders for the next several minutes.

After a brief respite, I again felt the magic sleeve spring to life. Our second session was longer and far more intense than the first. Placing my body in the doggy position at the end of the bed, Jonah began alternating slaps to my butt as he speared into me. He was also much more vocal than in our earlier session, and ‘berated’ me lustily for being such a naughty boy. Every so often, Jonah bent his torso over my back, and after locating my cock and balls with his right hand, Jonah squeezed my nuts mercilessly. I yelped, gasped, grunted, and kept discovering new sounds as he solidly fucked me.

Upon finally pulling my torso upward, my tits then became the focus of his attention. Later, with his massive left hand secured tightly around my throat, his right hand slapped and tweaked my nipples maniacally. Throughout, Jonah nibbled on my neck and ears.

For the finale, I was turned and thrown onto my back before he pounced on me. My arse now got its ultimate pounding, and when the session ended, a state of blissful exhaustion overwhelmed me. I had never, been so thoroughly fucked in my life. Afterward, we lay next to one another for several minutes, regaining our composure.

Jonah told me that although he did not usually work on Saturdays, having been away on business that week, he regrettably had to get going because of an early meeting at work the following day. I did offer him a drink before he left, and as we sipped our wine in the lounge, he told me that he would like to see me again, and asked me out for dinner the following evening. Turning the tables on him, however, I suggested that he come to my home for dinner instead.

With a wicked grin, he mentioned that he would be bringing along a few other toys the following evening, before concluding with a wink, “I have a feeling that you are going to love Jolly Dumbo.”

After a brief kiss at the door, Jonah went on his way. Jonah did not have the biggest dick that I had ever experienced, but definitely, the most exciting one.

The following day as I cooked our dinner, I was looking forward to seeing Jonah again. I was not sure what the Dumbo thing was all about, but I was intrigued.

After Jonah timeously arrived once more, we soon sat in my lounge having a drink.

“So, is Jolly Dumbo in your tog bag?” I asked glancing at the bag he had brought when he arrived.

“Yeah, but all will only be revealed later,” Jonah mischievously informed me.

Shortly, we sat at the dining table, eating the delicious food I had prepared.

“Wow, you cook well,” Jonah complimented me as we ate.

“Thank you,” I graciously replied.

When we finally moved through to the bedroom with the bag that he then placed next to the bed, Jonah grabbed hold of me and commenced kissing me as our clothes vanished off our bodies. Once naked, Jonah gave my body a shove before I fell backward onto the bed. As I lay looking at him, Jonah then removed Jolly Dumbo from the bag. I got an enormous shock as I looked at the twenty-inch-long, strap-on prosthesis of sorts that looked like a replica of an elephant’s trunk.

“Jesus… You’re not serious?” I asked in disbelief.

“Sure I am. You said you were into ‘everything’ and so… Now it’s time to find out if that’s the case,” he answered with a devilish grin.

The trunk was the same colour as an elephant’s trunk and even had the ‘fingers’ at the end that one would see on a real elephant’s trunk. The thick base of the elephant’s trunk was hollow, presumably to accommodate Jonah’s cock. The elephant’s trunk was not rigid, but flexibly firm, and the ‘skin’ was roughly wrinkled, just like the real thing.

After placing his dick in the hollow and tying the Velcro strap behind his body, Jonah pulled out a tub of lubricant that Jonah placed on the bed.

“Don’t worry, as you see, you’ll be well-lubricated for Jolly Dumbo,” Jonah said with a reassuring smile.

“Jesus, Jonah, I’m not so sure about this,” I protested.

“It’s not going to kill you, but just give you a lot of pleasure,” Jonah coaxingly replied. “Now, don’t be a fuckin’ baby. Just pull your legs back and lock them in your elbows,” he firmly stated.

In a million years, I could never have imagined what was about to happen. I had enjoyed some formidable dicks in my life, but never a twenty-inch elephant’s trunk. I was overwhelmed and yet, totally intrigued at the same time.

Jonah now set about the business of lubricating the eyesore, as well as my backside.

Shortly, Jonah moved up and placed the front of the trunk at my butthole. I watched mesmerized as Jolly Dumbo commenced prodding away. The penetration was uncomfortable initially, but as I acclimatized, the massive displacement began to capture my attention, as inch by inch the ever-thickening monstrosity milled its way into my arse.  The look of delight on Jonah’s face was remarkable, and I could see how captivated he was by the infiltration.

“Yeah, baby, how does this feel?” Jonah asked.

“Awesome,” I answered.

“Oh, Jesus, baby, let’s see how much you can take,” Jonah uttered in a lustful growl, as he intensified his pressure.

I began to gasp as a third of Jolly Dumbo had entered my arse.

“Come on, baby, keep it up. This spectacle looks fuckin’ incredible,” Jonah uttered in ecstasy, as he delved ever deeper.

“Fuck, you should see this, it’s unbelievable… Toss your phone to me, I have to video this,” Jonah excitedly gushed.

Reaching onto my bedside table, I grabbed my phone and threw it over to him.

As Jonah began filming, he enthusiastically said, “Jeez, Carlin, we are almost halfway there.” As an afterthought, Jonas then added, “Maybe you should turn onto your stomach, perhaps that’ll work even better.”

As Jolly Dumbo held still, I then manoeuvred my body onto my stomach.  Shortly, even more pressure from Jolly Dumbo got accompanied by lustful groans from Jonah.

“At least twelve inches in,” Jonah then proudly cooed.

My backside had never been more stretched, nor deeply penetrated before and I began to feel that I was at my limit. I was not in agony but mesmerized. I was both thrilled and astonished by the displacement I had endured.

“Come on, baby, come on, we have to go as far as we can,” Jonah kept intoning.

‘Easy for you to say,’ I thought to myself, as all my internal organs came under pressure. 

My eyes almost popped out as the trunk met its ultimate resistance.

“I’m done,” I unreservedly uttered in defeat.

“You did great!” Jonah enthused.

I cannot say that I was disappointed when Jolly Dumbo finally got extracted, and Mr. Knobbly once more made his appearance.

Jonah spent Saturday with me and even took me to lunch. After that, we visited his favourite sex shop.

While we were there and unseen by me, Jonah bought me a gift.

When we got back to my home, Jonah placed me before my large full-length mirror in my bedroom.

“I bought you a gift, but you must close your eyes as I put it around your neck,” Jonah excitedly said. 

Playing along, I did as told. When I finally opened my eyes, I almost went into cardiac arrest.

Hanging off the chain, there was a silver charm of a clenched fist.