Size Queen

Let me be perfectly blunt, I had always been a size queen. Although a solid eight inches always cut the mustard for me, I generally preferred nine inches or more. Of course, the thicker a cock was the better.

A strange dichotomy had always existed in my life as well, which I need to explain; although I was strictly a bottom, I really didn’t look like one. Being six-foot-three-inches tall and weighing two-hundred and twenty pounds, one could obviously discern that I was a large man. My body was also extremely well-developed and muscular. There was also nothing camp or effeminate in my bearing and most people upon meeting me, always assumed that I was a butch straight man.

I was always been told that I was above average looking. In my opinion, however, my greatest physical attribute was my very meaty bubble butt. Needless to say, I, therefore, believed that only large cocks were deserving of my ample mounds of gratification. I never cared how old, ugly or skanky a guy was, as long as he was hung like a horse. As far as my own dick was concerned, pretty as it was, it was very average.

The greatest conundrum in my life was that other bottoms found me very appealing. It always amused me that after setting the record straight with them, they would saunter off looking very dejected and perplexed.

My favourite haunt was an old sauna that I regularly visited. I loved the place because it dispensed with all the uncertainty of worrying about a man’s endowment. In the steam room, a guy’s prick was fully on display and no time was wasted on tedious speculation. A further aspect that delighted me was that it catered for a more mature crowd and was therefore, almost devoid of the young troublesome queens that I totally abhorred.

One Saturday afternoon, as was my habit, I entered the place full of expectation. My particular favourite place in this establishment was, as mentioned earlier, was the steam room that was about fifteen-foot-squared in size. Like the rest of the sauna, the steam room looked like it belonged to a bygone era and many of the tiles were either chipped or cracked. It had a wonderfully cosy atmosphere, nonetheless, and I loved it. There was built-in seating along three of the four walls, and the only illumination on offer was from the glass panels of the entrance door, and glass tiles above the seating area to the right.

After I entered the stream room I stood against the wall with no seating, as always, thereby giving me a full view of all the men that were seated around me. Generally, once you had hooked up with a guy taking your fancy, you would go upstairs to a cubicle and do your thing. I have to report, however, that I had often been fucked in the steam room and derived enormous pleasure from being watched as this happened.

Standing with my back against the wall, I quickly scanned the several men on offer. My heart dropped slightly when I did not see anyone that took my fancy.

Two minutes later, nevertheless, a tall lanky guy entered. Griffin, his name as I would later learn, had his towel around his hips. When he got to the seat directly opposite me, facing away from me he then removed the towel and placed it around his neck before sitting down. After he did so my heart almost skipped a beat when I saw the thing nestled between his thighs. Having seen my fair share of spectacular dicks in the past, I have to report that Griffin was in another league altogether. His cock was so ridiculously large that I thought that my eyes were playing tricks on me and that a mythical, half horse, half man, creature was sitting before me.

Not only was the dark shaft of his circumcised cock very thick, but his lighter toned knob-head looked like a huge unpeeled potato.

When my eyes eventually moved upward, there was a questioning look on his face. To dispel any ambivalence he might have due to my body size, I immediately decided to advertise the fact that I was definitely interested in him. I then rapidly turned my body and after facing the wall, I placed my hands above my head and crudely offered my arse to him. With my head slightly turned to the side, in my peripheral vision I then thankfully saw Griffin arise and move toward me.

Eventually standing on my left side, I felt his right hand begin to fondle my backside. The thrill of my excitement was soon interrupted, however, when an almighty slap was administered to my left arse cheek. When the next smack to the right cheek followed, a collective horny rumble resounded in the room. After several more alternating slaps followed, Griffin lustfully whispered, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Definitely,” I answered.

“Then let’s go upstairs,” he hornily growled.

I did not bother to answer but simply followed him out of the steam room.

Before we ascended the stairs, he told me to wait for him before he made his way back to the change room. Upon returning, Griffin had a thick synthetic strap in his hand. It was the kind of strap one would use to wrap around a suitcase for additional reinforcement.

After arriving upstairs in the large cubicle he selected, without bothering to close the door Griffin now ordered me to lie on the plastic mattress on my stomach.

After doing so, he took up station on my left side. The strap that had confounded me was now used to whip my arse. The stinging sensation was incredible and as much as I yelped, I loved every second of it.

Next, Griffin used the strap to tie my hands behind my back. I would have been a lot more nervous, if I knew what was to follow.

As his fingers began their exploration of my butt-hole, I casually reminded Griffin about the bowl of complimentary lubrication by the side of the door.

“We won’t be using lube,” he informed me.

“What… please, you have to,” I pleaded.

“Fuck you, you whore. You begged for my dick and now you’ll suffer the consequences,” he barked.

As I nervously glanced upward, I saw three guys standing at the cubicle entrance. I instantly realised that two of them were guys whom I had spurned on former visits. The salacious looks on their collective faces left me in no doubt that they were enjoying what was happening.

I once again began to whimper my protests before Griffin growled, “Shut the fuck up.”

“Yeah, fuck the whore,” I heard one of the voyeurs utter, before the other two commenced chanting in agreement.

Griffin instantly went to work with two spearing fingers as I bleated my discomfort. Uncomfortable as it was, however, the soreness was incredibly stimulating.

What also soon became clear, was how strong Griffin was as his powerful thighs restricted me once he sat on my lower back, facing my feet.

When a third and then fourth finger joined in, my hole was on fire, but any pleas I was trying to make were drowned out by the horny cacophony of the onlookers.

After Griffin later turned his body around, his knees literally bludgeoned my legs apart. Simultaneously, the audience now decided to join the show and after approaching us, two of the onlookers each placed a foot on my shoulders, further pinning me down. Nervous as I was, I found my confinement unbelievingly exciting.

After lodging his potato head at my portal, Griffin’s commenced bulldozing my sphincter meaningfully.

After I shrieked, Griffin commanded, “Give the whore a pacifier to shut him up.”

Instantly, two feet lifted off my shoulders before three sets of knees appeared before my head. The outside guys then immediately placed their hands were their feet had formerly been, as the middle man gripped hold of my hair and yanked my head upward. In a flash, he then started skull-fucking me.

From behind, I could now feel Griffin’s dry shaft infiltrating my chute as he bludgeoned his cock ever deeper into my backside. After the scraping shaft had rasped my rectum, Griffin finally bottomed out.

Sore as my arse was at this point, the fullness felt totally awesome. Despite the agony, as my ‘attackers’ wantonly used me the entire ordeal of what was happening to me was mindboggling and I had never before enjoyed any encounter more than this.

Once Griffin upped his tempo and got into his stride, the man who was hectically skull-fucking me unloaded. In an instant, the guy to his right then took over my mouth.

As number two commenced plowing my mouth, Griffin began pulling my hips upward after untying my hands. In accordance with this, I lifted my torso onto extended arms into a far more comfortable doggy position.

My spit roasting position immediately paid dividends, because my hair was no longer being pulled and both men were able to go about their business in a more leisurely fashion. By now, my arse had also acclimatized to its overlarge invader and I was really enjoying the ‘equine’ deployment in my arse.

After the second guy unloaded into my mouth, number three instantly took over. Later, when he and Griffin started discussing a combined release, I joined in by tugging on my dick.

Magically, we all shot our loads within seconds of one another, affording me the greatest climax of my life.

Afterward, Griffin offered to buy me a drink downstairs, which I happily accepted.

As we sipped on our beers, formal introductions finally took place. As our histories were revealed, I learned that Griffin shared an apartment with a straight buddy, and therefore, never took anyone home. He also mentioned that he was a plasterer by trade, which clearly explained why his arms were so powerful.

A further mystery as to why I had never seen him before was also revealed, when he mentioned that he generally visited the sauna on Sundays. For me, Sunday was my socializing day, when I got together with friends or family.

Somewhat forwardly, Griffin then asked if it would be convenient if he accompanied me home later. Having no plans for that evening, I was overjoyed and enthusiastically agreed.

With an impish look in his eyes he then said, “Don’t worry; I’ll take things a little easier when we get to your place.”

“That won’t suit me,” I quickly countered.

Looking at me somewhat confused and perplexed, he asked, “Why?”

“Because I really enjoyed being your bitch and wouldn’t want you to change a thing,” I answered with a giggle.

“Well in that case Jaidyn, hell awaits you when we get to your place,” Griffin chuckled menacingly.

To be continued…