Hello, My name is Greg, from the UK. I'm only 5'6", which makes my enormous cock seem even bigger. I also shave my pubes. Apart from being on the short side, growing up I was no different to my classmates. I wasn't one much for team sports, and avoided them wherever possible, so rarely showered with the other lads. It was only when I hit puberty at 14 or 15 that things changed in the trouser department. My penis grew and grew, and didn't stop growing until I was nearly 18. Erect, it was nearly 11", with a circumference of 6.25" With it, my confidence also grew. It would prove to both enhance me and be my downfall. At high school I deliberately hung around in the showers and changing rooms, so that the other guys could see my enormous cock.
I started to date girls, but every time I got past second base, they would run away in horror. Not so some of the lads, who wanted to cock worship, others had penis envy, I didn't give a fuck. By 18, I bean to explore the idea of gay sex, seeing it as my only hope of sexual achievement.
Wanting to get fit as well, (it's no use having a big dick if it's attached to a shit body) I began running. My Lycra shorts only served to make me look even bigger, the tight material also gave me an unwanted erection, so I swapped to loose running shorts, with a jockstrap to support my junk. They also showed off my cute bubble butt. Many was the time I would have to stop down a country lane, have a piss and masturbate. It was during one of these times that my luck changed. Assuming that I wouldn't be disturbed, I lay at the entrance to a field, with my eyes closed, gently playing with myself. I swear I didn't see the cyclist. He stopped a little way down the lane, dropped is bike and walked quietly back. By now I was in full flow, spitting on my hand and using it to lubricate my shaft. The guy knelt, and the next thing I felt was a mouth swallowing the end of my dick. His had grabbed my shaft, (there was still several inches free), and began sucking and wanking me. The fact that I had wanked in the morning didn't matter, I was used to jerking three or four times a day. I let him carry on, the first time someone else had been willing to perform fellatio on me. Needless to say, I didn't last very long. I really should have warned him, what the fuck, I blew a huge load down his throat. Opening my eyes, I said, "Thank you, you're the first person to give me head. It was awesome." He wiped some cum with the back of his hand, smiled, and helped me up. "Would you like to watch me now? I can't cycle like this." He pointed to his bulging shorts "I've never done it before, bit I'll try giving you a blow job if you want." He dropped his shorts. At over 7", he was bigger than any others I'd seen. "Lie back on the grass, with your legs slightly apart." This he did. I bent over sucking him, and wormed a finger up to his hole. His ass was sweaty from the cycling and my finger went inside him. About a gallon of man juice flooded my mouth. For some strange reason, I kissed it back to him, The first time I had kissed anyone with a passion. I could see that I would have to be gay, not that I preferred guys, but because they would accept my big dick. "I'm sorry, we have made each other cum, and we haven't even introduced ourselves, I'm Greg." I said, holding out my hand. "Luther, nice to meet you." We swapped numbers, and I thought nothing more of it, as he rode off. 'Nice shorts' I thought, 'nice ass as well, perhaps I do have gay tenancies'
The following day I had a WhatsApp from him, 'Hi Greg, enjoyed yesterday, would like to see you again.' I replied saying I thought he was cute. (Really? Me saying that about another man? Oh well, better than a wank),I thought. He had his own two bedroom apartment a mile or so from me, Which he invited me to Saturday afternoon. I could have jogged over, feeling lazy, I chose to drive. Luther invited me into his immaculate home. Minimal, tasteful furnishings, with a master bedroom leading off to the right, and a smaller one to the left. He started by trying to say sorry for taking advantage of me. I responded by kissing him on the lips and feeling for his knob. Somehow, we kissed and undressed at the same time, standing in the living room, cocks rubbing together. He took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom, built in wardrobe and a king size bed. Beside the bed was a picture of another handsome man, who Luther said was his partner, who died in a road accident six months previously. We lay on the bed arms around each other, saying nothing for a while. "Greg, I really would like you to fuck me, but I don't think I'm ready for it yet. I'm not completely over my boyfriend, and I don't think my ass could take your weapon. It's something we are going to have to work on" I turned and kissed him, running a hand over his chest and on down to his cock. "No worries, we can jerk each other, and have blow jobs until you are ready to take me. We kissed some more then had a sixty nine, with us both finger fucking. He shot his load first, with me not far behind him. It would take us less than an hour to recover. In the meantime, we kissed and cuddles until our dicks responded. He went to his wardrobe and came back with a dildo, less than half my size, and a bottle of lube. "Fuck me with this for now, I'll practice with something bigger through the week, hopefully by next Saturday, I'll be ready for you." I lifted his legs up and rimmed him, (Yes, I had been reading up on anal sex). He let out sexy moans. Lubing his hole and the dildo, I pushed it in and began to fuck him with it while he jerked. I could do nothing about my own hardness. I was taken aback by the amount of cum he produced. I cleaned him with some tissues. I could now lay back and masturbate for a second time. As I neared my orgasm, he put his head on my chest, and I blasted cum onto his face.
We dressed, I kissed him goodbye, telling him to get lots of practice.
