Size Matters A Lot

Wesley is a 33-year-old tailor who opened a small shop in Gorey, a town known as a retail hub in the southeastern part of Ireland. His business is called Made to Measure, and it is part of an array of independent boutiques and coffee shops dotting the main street. Wesley is fascinated by testicules, by huge balls to be more precise. When cutting out a pair of pants, he has to take the measurement from crotch to feet, and that is a hot opportunity to pressure the client’s balls, to feel their size.

Fergus is a 41-year-old man who just moved to Gorey to teach geography at the Community School, an all-boy institution established in 1993, following the amalgamation of the nearby Christian Brothers School, Vocational College and Loreto Abbey School. The student population is over 1,500 and the teaching staff exceeds 100. The name Fergus means “man of valor”; the Old Irish element gus can also mean “strength or force”. Fergus doesn’t have balls; they are bigger than lemons, more like oranges! His ass and cock are also extra-large. He needs tailored pants, and finds hot personalized service at Made to Measure.

As a new teacher, Fergus wants to create a good first impression among both staff and student bodies. To do so, he thinks that a three-piece suit would be appropriate. Wesley meets his new client in August to discuss fabrics and style. Fergus wastes no time on these details and asks the tailor to take his measurements. He needs the three-piece suit for Septembre 4th. Wesley has a rule: “I only measure a man’s arms, shoulders, pecs, stomach and legs if he gets naked. I like precision.” Fergus has no problem with that rule. He knows that the handsome tailor will be pleased by what he will see.

Did I forget to mention that Wesley is also fascinated by a man’s butt crack? He takes pleasure in measuring it for a perfect trouser fit. When Fergus gets naked, the tailor is flabbergasted. The proportions of the body are sublimely balanced and erotic in their magnitude. Arms, shoulders, pecs and stomach are quickly measured. Ass and crotch get greater and longer attention. As soon as Wesley exerts pressure on Fergus’ balls, the client’s cock stiffens. In reality, it’s a two-way reaction; Wesley’s dick also gets hard.

“I’ve never seen balls, cock and ass that size, and believe me, many men have gotten naked under my watchful eye and hungry mouth.”

“I sense that you like my war hammer and my cannonballs!”

“Fuck yeah! Your dick is bigger than most porn stars. It’s honestly the size of my forearm. And your balls compete well with grapefruits.”

“Because of my extra-large virile assets, I need made to measure pants. Fell free to squeeze my fruity endowment. For the price that I’m paying, you can even swallow them.”

Wesley doesn't have to be told twice. He greedily licks the grapefruits and dares to masturbate himself in order to cover them with his man juice, and lick the creamy jizz he loves so much. Fergus takes advantage of the situation and directs his cock towards the tailor’s mouth. The joystick or war hammer is almost 23 cm long and its girth measures 6.5 cm. Like 99% of Irish men, Fergus’ dick is uncut. Routine circumcision never caught on in Ireland. There is no such thing as a cultural background for circumcision among the Irish. They don’t see it offered in hospitals or clinics unless there’s a medical indication.

“You seem to have a big mouth, handsome Wesley. Do you think you can handle my monster beast? If you suck it to the last drop, you can add a hefty service charge to the bill.”

Wesley starts to push the foreskin back with his lips, hoping to fully devour his client’s engorged meat. The curved thick shaft begins to batter the walls or palate of his mouth. It doesn’t take much time before the luscious cock rams his head, thrusting with rhythm, Suddenly, Wesley feels a larger jerk and hot spunk hitting his tonsils, flowing down his throat and also out of his mouth, as he chokes on the salty mess.

“You couldn’t handle the entire load, my sweet bitch, but you can still add a minimal service charge. I’m sure we’ll have more fun next time.”

When Fergus returns three weeks later for a fitting, Wesley greets his client warmly and invites him to put on the pants, vest and jacket. There seems to be a problem with the seat of the pants. The huge peachy butt barely squeezes in. Fergus is not pleased. He desperately wants the three-piece suit for Fall registration. Wesley manages to calm him down, saying that he will immediately re-measure his ass and make the necessary adjustments in time.

On that note, Fergus gets naked and Wesley uses his measuring tape to caress the bold hairy arse. The manly scent drives him crazy. He kisses to the two hemispheres, sniffs the crack – “Fuck, your virile aroma is so intoxicating!” – and darts his tongue on the perky rosebud. Fergus moans with pleasure as the tailor tongue-twists his way inside. “Yep, measure that part of my body with the utmost precision. I need to be both elegant and sexy.”

At Gorey Community School, boys wear a white shirt, a red and green striped tie, a green blazer with a red stripe at the neck, plain grey trousers without turn-ups, and black leather shoes (no boots, runners or slippers). A neat and tidy appearance must be maintained. On the first Friday of the month, they get to wear any casual clothes, except shorts.

At the beginning of the semester, Fergus explains the concepts of latitude and longitude. When he takes his jacket off, students have a full view of his bulging crotch and massive arse draped in expensive made-to-measure pants. To show how old maps presented the two hemispheres, he invites Randy, a 17-year-old student known for his drawing skills, to reproduce an old map on the board. When the teacher is not looking, the boy points to the huge butt cheeks, and draws a map composed of two round circles. The teacher wonders why his students are giggling, but is quite pleased by the final product on the board.

On the first Friday of October, Randy wears just about every leather item in his closet: shirt, tie, jockstrap, pants, boots, arm band and cap. The leather boy gives the geography teacher a hard-on that he tries to hide by holding an atlas album in front of his crotch when walking in the aisles to supervise the students struggling to answer questions of a quiz on physical geography and natural systems. Randy is the first one to hand in his copy. He’s now free to draw whatever inspires him. It so happens that the student is exhilarated by the works of porn artist Tom of Finland, by the huge cut dicks and the rough bareback sodomy of policemen, construction guys and sailors. When Fergus sees the homoerotic talent of his student, he drops the atlas and positions himself so that Randy is the only one who can see his teacher caressing a mammoth bulge while whispering: “I think this is what you want deep in your sexy leather clad ass!”

When the bell rings, all students exit, except Randy who hopes to get better acquainted with his teacher. But when he sees the principal entering the classroom, he quickly joins the students on their way out. The principal cuts to the chase: “I have received a complaint that you are wearing clothes that are too tight, barely concealing your... sexual attributes. I believe you should consider wearing a jockstrap to better keep your family jewels in place. You should find one at Sports Direct or Intersport Elverys.”

Fergus buys the XXXL jockstrap but finds out that it is way too small to hold his huge cock and mammoth balls. He drops by Made to Measure and asks Wesley if he can make a jockstrap perfectly tailored to his family jewels. “You already have the dimension of my monster dick and balls. It shouldn’t be too complicated.” Wesley has the skill to sew a jockstrap, but wants to measure the merchandise again. For a snug fitting, he also needs a comfortable stretchy fabric. Fergus gets naked and puts on the too tight jockstrap to show the problem. Wesley tries to stretch the meshy fabric and to force the balls inside the pouch. The result is instant: the cock stiffens and pops completely out of the virile gear.

“This time, Fergus, I want you to ass fuck me. I want to feel your thunder cock into my gut.”

“Condom or bareback?”

“Natural, like a stallion seeding a mare in heat.”

On that note, Fergus spits on his bazooka and starts to thrust up and jackhammer Wesley’s arse. The tailor pleads him to stop, it’s way too big, but the fucker knows that cries of pain transfer into moans of pleasure when the entire sledge is settling inside. It is the case as he grabs the butt cheeks, the back, the neck, and pulls the hair. He pounds Wesley harder and deeper. The spunk boils up and, without warning, he empties his balls inside the warm hungry ass. A creamy torrent of cum acts like a balm on the gutted hole.

* * *

The next day, after the last course, Fergus walks to the school’s parking lot, and sees Randy waving a hand. As all the school buses have left the premise, maybe the boy needs a rive home…

“Do you want to hop in? Just tell me where you live and I will drop you there.”

“Oh, I don’t live very far, but I’m not going to my parents’ place”, answers Randy as he takes place on the passenger seat, putting his gym bag between his legs.

“So where do I drop you off?”

“At your place… where my ‘sexy leather clad ass’ can be satisfied. I’ve got some leather gear in my gym bag.”

The smile on Fergus’ face is as hot as Randy’s erection. As soon as the teacher leaves the school perimeter, the student stretches out his left arm to massage the bulging crotch he has so often admired in the classroom. He admits that several boys at school have asked him to perform oral sex, but what interests him are not teenage cocks; instead, he wants to have fun with the well-developed iron rods of mature men. Fergus fulfills this criterion more than anyone in Ireland. His cock, his balls and his ass more than exceed Tom of Finland’s hottest manly fantasies. Randy, like Tom of Finland, believes that men who love men want to suck or get sucked and fuck or get fucked all day long, all night long.

“My ass is constantly craving for a long thick cock deep inside me. I’m counting on you to plough my hungry little butt. Don’t hesitate to go wild.”

“Holy fuck, Randy, you’re a dream come true. Can you show me your dick? I’m curious to see if the rumor is true.”

“Yes, I’m the only circumcised boy at Gorey Community School. And only guys older than me get to taste my cut meat.”

“So, you don’t mind that I’m old enough to be your father?”

“On the contrary, that ads to the thrill. I can’t wait to lick my daddy’s balls, to suck his yummy cock and eat his hairy ass before having him shove his war hammer in my caboose.”

On their arrival, Fergus and Randy get naked and admire each other’s body. Randy’s long, slim circumcised cock catches Fergus’ eye and hand. He caresses it while kissing the young man on the lips. They decide to take a shower together in an area that could easily accommodate four or five men. The teacher says that the running water will most likely trigger a piss. The student wants to feel the warm amber jet on his face, chest, cock, balls, butt and in his fuck hole. This exercise gets them both super hard. After a soapy scrub and a rinse, Randy buries his face in Fergus’ watermelon ass, licks the hairy crack, bites the firm cheeks, darts the brownie rosebud and tongue-twists his way inside. This triggers immense moans of pleasure, the size of the recipient butt.

Once they are both fluffy dry, Randy relishes on putting on leather chaps, harness, arm bands and boots. Fergus is flabbergasted by a scene directly from Tom of Finland. He kneels down to suck the cut meat while kneading the exposed ass. The leather gear excites him and makes him work the shaft with more rhythm until his mouth his flooded with boy cum. “Fuck! Your jizz is so creamy, so tasty, kind of sweet and sour, so fuckin yummy!”

Randy can’t wait to get fucked by the mammoth cock. He spits on it, massages the shaft to see it double in volume, and sucks it avidly before lubing his begging ass, and bending down to receive the virile appendage he has so often drawn. Fergus is surprised to feel how his huge pistol enters without much resistance. Randy seems to have some experience in getting laid. The teacher thinks that the student has practised with a cucumber or a zucchini. But now he has a real thick piece of meat being driven in and out, battering the walls of his arse. They both wallow in lust like never before.

* * *

When Wesley calls to say that the jockstrap is ready for a fitting, Fergus confirms that he will pass by after school… and bring a student with him. Randy never had a threesome; cock and ass play with two older men is a dream come true. While Fergus strips naked to try on the made to measure jockstrap, Randy dresses up in leather gear. Wesley tucks in the balls and cock in the pouch; the fit is perfect. While the tailor adjusts the elastic bands around the massive ass, the fabric expands to contain 90% of the bulge. The other 10%, i.e., the tip of the erect cock, pops out of the waist band. Feeling that there is action in the air, Wesley gets totally naked. You have three dudes in front of a wall-to-wall mirror: one wearing a jockstrap, one wearing leather chaps, one wearing a measuring tape around his neck.

“You guys are super hot with your uncut juicy rods, says Randy. I want Wesley to suck me dry while he gets fucked hard and deep by you, daddy Fergus.”

The teacher knows that both his tailor and his student like bareback fuckers. This is the first time that Randy gets to see a mature guy ploughing the ass of a man his own age savagely or naturally as he likes to say. The boy’s cock just gets longer, harder, juicer. This is also the first time that Wesley gets to be simultaneously face-fucked and ass-raped. The bodies of his partners convulse and squirm as their loads are milked from pulsing cocks. The orgasm is deep and extreme, the spunk keeps blowing, as rope after rope leave two cocks and four balls.

My short story could end here, but Fergus has “something up his sleeve”, the expression being quite appropriate here.

“Remain on your knees, Wesley, and position yourself the same way, Randy, so that I get access to both butts and fist them, left and right.”

“Holy fuck! I will get to experience what Tom of Finland has drawn many times, says Randy. My ass has a mind of its own and it has dreamt of intense stretching or fullness that ordinary fucking does not provide. Thank you for making this a bold reality, daddy Fergus.”

“As this is all new to me, adds Wesley, I feel a certain tension, not to say a profound stress. Is there a way to reduce this discomfort?”

“The best advice I can give you is to kiss Randy passionately while I invade your intimacy, and to trust me fully. I can assure you that we will build a unique bond.”

On that note, Fergus puts on his gloves, covers them with water-based lube, applies it to the young hole on his right and to the older hole on his left. Lots of lube. He starts playing with his fingers inside both partners’ butthole. That makes him hard. Fisting is a work in progress, and Wesley is surprised how big his rectal cavity is. Randy knows, by intuition, that an arm can fit in without harming other organs. He imagines that fisting is a guys’ thing for those who want to take their sex game to another level.

Between two French kisses, Randy moans with pleasure. Since his fuck hole has been stretched many times, this fisting experience propels him on cloud nine. He obviously does not feel restrained by some kind of moral conflict or fear. He takes it up to Fergus’ elbow. Wesley, on the other hand, enjoys his fisting baptism… up to the wrist. Fergus communicates well with his sex partners, and guarantees them a memorable, comfortable and enjoyable experience.