The Hung Romantic

It’s been over 3 long years since I’ve dated; not because I don’t want to, but finding someone compatible and wanting to be in a relationship for the right reasons has been the challenge.

Let me step back and provide some background on how I got to be in this position.

My name is Marcus and when I was in junior high, I got picked on ... a lot.  I was 5’ 2” and a skinny 115 pounds, but that wasn’t the sole reason for the teasing.  I had been, what I thought at the time, cursed with a soft 4-inch cock, which was much larger than average for my age.  My cock was larger than everyone in my gym class and due to my short, thin stature, it looked way out of proportion with the rest of me.  I also wasn’t the most outgoing guy in school and this hadn’t helped.  I became self-conscious about my body and was reluctant to take my clothes off in gym class.

I had confided with my cousin Tommy who was a few years older than me about the teasing, but only told him it had to do with me being skinny, not about the ‘larger’ problem I had.  He suggested I start lifting weights to gain confidence and to build up my body.  I wasn’t one much for exercising at the time, but I was desperate at this point and was willing to try anything. 

That summer, I convinced my parents to buy me a weight set for my birthday.  I had no idea where to start, but luckily, Tommy was cool enough to be my training partner.  The more I trained, the more I knew my cousin was right about gaining confidence.  I looked forward to every workout and began focusing on my body.  By the time I entered high school, I had also started growing…both in height and in length, if you know what I mean.  My sophomore year I was now 6’1” tall and my dick had grown to about 6 inches soft and almost 9 inches when fully erect, which was quite often.  Like every high school guy, I masturbated a lot.  I thoroughly enjoyed seeing how much and how far I could shoot my load, often times having to clean it off the backboard of my bed and the wall above my bed.

I continued my focused workouts through high school and it was at that point, I started getting the attention of a lot girls and guys.  I had historically worn tighty whities, but never found them comfortable and it was at this point I started experimenting with different types of underwear.  I had settled on boxer briefs due to the pouch that was able to nicely harness my basket.  This change in underwear was evident in the jeans I wore, which along with my muscular bod, turned quite a few heads, which again, was new to me.

By my senior year I had maxed out my growth; I was 6’2” tall with a mammoth cock just shy of 9.5 inches and 7 inches in circumference.   As a result of my training, I had become comfortable with my body and wouldn’t hesitate to drop my shorts in the locker room and walk around naked showing off the fruits of my labor.   

Believe it or not, I was pretty much celibate during college.  I focused on my studies in finance as well as training.  Looking back, my celibacy was because I was unsure of what I wanted sexually.  All my buddies were obviously active, but I didn’t have a real urge to be with any women.

After graduating magna cum laude, I finally became fully aware of my sexuality…I liked dudes.   That summer, I started experimenting and realized how much I really liked sex with guys.   I was surprised how easy it was to find sex, but it just didn’t seem fulfilling for whatever reason.  I remember this one time when I had caught a guy at the park looking at my basket and we went into the restrooms.  I hauled out my 7-inch softy at the urinal and the guy couldn’t help but reach over and put his hand on it.   He slowly stroked me until I was rock hard.   We then went into a stall where he got on his knees and licked my engorged head like a lollipop.  He couldn’t get much in his mouth but he seemed totally satisfied with the amount he could.   After a few minutes I helped him along and started stroking the base while his hot mouth was caressing the first few inches.   I let him know I was about to cum but he obviously wasn’t aware of what he was asking for.   I started cumming in his mouth and I could tell as his eyes opened wider that he was getting more than he had bargained for.  My load started coming out the sides of his mouth as I kept cumming.   It was actually pretty hot seeing my seed coming out the corners of this guy’s mouth.   Evidently, I tasted pretty good to him because he scooped up what he could from his cheeks and gobbled the rest down.   We thanked each other and then I left while he stuck around and got himself together at the sink.

On another occasion, it was late at night and I had ridden my bike back to the same park where I had met my previous encounter (obviously a cruisy location).   I had purposely worn a black cycling unitard that accentuated every part of my body.   After locking up my bike I started walking around in search of someone to play with.  After about 5 minutes, I found a picnic bench in a dimly lit area.  I was looking at my phone for no particular reason when an older guy came up to me.  I say older, but he was in his early 30’s and in what appeared to be really good shape.  We made some small talk and asked if I wanted to go back to his place, which was on the other side of the park.  I got on my bike and rode while he walked until we finally got to his townhouse.   He let me bring my bike inside as he welcomed me to his well-furnished place.   We didn’t mix many words before stripping each other down while we kissed each other like 2 savage beasts in heat.   He grabbed my anaconda and immediately went to his knees to worship it.  He was able to get about half of it in his mouth and did a pretty good job fellating what he could.  He then asked me to fuck him, which I was totally up for.  Maybe now I could fully experience the feeling of having my cock completely surrounded by warm, wet flesh.

He took me to his bedroom and laid on the bed as I began to worship his ripped chest and erect nipples.  I really have to say, there are few things hotter to me than a well-developed chest with nice nipples.  I continued to lick down his 6-pack to his now oozing cock, which was an impressive 8 inches or so.   I began slobbering over his shaft and length and instinctively took it all down my mouth.   I so enjoyed his cock that I must have sucked him for 15 minutes before instinctively lifting up his legs up and addressing his smooth hole.  He began to moan as I gently stretched his hole, licking passionately and being sure to leave a lot of saliva around his opening.   I began using my fingers and tongue at the same time to prepare him.   When he begged me to enter him, I gently put the head of my engorged shaft at his hole, just teasing him and letting him tell me how much to put in.   I could tell he was into it by the way he was squirming and moaning, which only made me hornier.   I slowly pushed my head into his hole, looking at his face to ensure I was hurting him, but also to see how much pleasure he was experiencing.  It was at this point I realized how much I would enjoy seeing the expression on my partners’ faces when I would penetrate them.

I was able to get about 6 inches in before he started to give me a pat on my shoulder telling me it was getting to be a bit much.   I pulled out to the head and began pumping him with 6 fat inches of my hog, which completely satisfied him, but left me wanting.   After a few minutes, I did end up pulling out and stroking myself to orgasm, covering his chest and face with my creamy white milk.   While I was cumming, he too started jerking his 8 inches until he climaxed with a respectable load which mixed with my spunk to form a huge puddle on him, slowly oozing onto the mattress around him.   We made some small talk as we cleaned up.  I really wanted to stay the night and enjoy him again, but I could tell he wanted me to leave, so I put my cycling outfit on, got on my bike and headed back to my apartment.

It was a string of similar encounters like this that left me 1) wanting someone that could handle my cock and 2) even more importantly, needing someone that I could share a bed and a life with.  Yeah, I know, some people think that being in my mid 20’s is when I’m supposed to fool around and enjoy everything that’s out there for the taking.  Sure, I’ve met some cool people that have become friends over the last 3 years.  We went out on a date or two, but it just never clicked.  It was either “I’m not looking for a relationship right now” or “man, you’re just too big”.

Even though I now loved showing off my body in tight clothing and leaving nothing to the imagination, I decided to take a different approach so as not to attract those that had different pursuits than mine.  I began wearing baggier jeans, looser fitting shirts and began wearing jock straps that would encase the family jewels.  

After a few months of my new ‘look’, I had met some really nice guys, just none that checked all the boxes so to speak.  I’ve historically been attracted to gymnast type builds – slender and muscular, smooth and masculine, of course.   Hair color wasn’t a big deal for me nor eye color, however, if someone had both dark hair and crystal blue eyes, it was a definite plus!

One Friday night, I had gone down to the local bar to relax and have a few beers.   I was just about to leave when there was some commotion going on in the corner.   I had stepped over and there was a guy about my age, smaller in stature, that had appeared to have had too much to drink arguing with a guy that was much bigger than him.   I stepped over to try and break the 2 of them up and was able to calm down the bigger guy who ended up walking away.  After talking to Tony, the one who had too much to drink, it turns out he had a bad day at work and had come to the bar to forget about the day and just got carried away. 

It turns out, Tony seemed to be a really nice guy and we had a bunch of common interests.  He enjoyed working out and cycling and was openly gay as well.  He lived on the other side of town and though he had sobered up some, I offered to have him come to my place and sleep it off.   We walked out the bar on the way to my place and continued chatting.  Turns out he’s in sales and was expecting to land a deal that would have made his quota for the year.  The deal fell through at the last minute and despite his best efforts, he wasn’t able to save it.  He had been in a relationship, but the guy cheated on him and they had broken up 6 months ago.

We got to my place and I got an extra pillow and a blanket for him to get comfortable on the couch.  I got him some water and aspirin, which he appreciated before stripping down to his underwear.  I couldn’t help but notice his body – wow!   He was about 5’8” tall, narrow waist and beautiful pecs.  He also wore bikini briefs that showed the outline of a very impressive package.   His butt was quite perky and perfectly fit the pair of jeans he was wearing.  Despite the thoughts running through my head, I was a complete gentleman.

Once Tony was settled and asleep, I went back to my bedroom and stripped down naked and got ready for bed.   I sleep naked, and prefer to be naked when I’m at home, but don’t impose that on anyone that’s not comfortable or used to that lifestyle.

Several hours later, I got up to take a leak when I had literally bumped into Tony in the hallway coming out of the bathroom.   I excused myself, one for bumping into him and two for being naked.   He was completely cool with it and didn’t make a big deal of it.  He tells me that he’s usually naked at home as well.  I begin to think to myself, ‘who is this guy’.  

I reluctantly ask him if he’s comfortable on the couch and he says he is, but I go ahead and offer him the other side of my king-sized bed.    He reluctantly accepts and my head is spinning at this point.  I feel like a kid in high school with his first crush.  Tony comes into my bedroom and before getting in bed asks if it’s ok if he gets naked as well (manners too)!   Of course, I tell him sure, that’s fine.  As he shreds his bikini briefs, I can’t help but want to notice every bit of him.  In my mind, it’s as if it all happened in slow motion but I know it was only a few seconds.  As he stood up from dropping his bikinis, I got my first look at Tony naked.  Again, wow!   His cock was beautiful, hanging around 5” soft and pretty thick for his size.   His pubes were trimmed tight to his body and his balls were the size of golf balls and completely smooth (I would guess naturally based on the rest of his body).  When he turned around to put his underwear on the chair, I got a look at the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen.   A smooth, perfectly round bubble-butt with a deep trench. 

As he climbed into bed, I decided I needed to be up front with him.  I explained that I really don’t do one night stands anymore and that I hoped he was cool with that.  He seemed disappointed at first, but then beat around the bush a little and asked me if I found him attractive.  I admitted that physically he was beautiful, but that’s only one part of the equation for me.  I then confided in him that I thought we had a lot in common and I wanted to get to know more about him.   He told me that he really liked me too and it had started at the bar when I had stepped in on the scuffle he had gotten himself into. 

I’m not sure what changed my mind, but I was hooked.  Now that we had established mutual attraction, I leaned on my side towards him and asked if I could give him a kiss goodnight, which he accepted.  It was a beautiful first kiss.  His lips were soft to the touch and the perfect size for sucking on (and what I would hope for sucking).  As we continued to kiss, he put his hands on my chest and I quivered from his touch.  He continued to run his fingers across my smooth chest, gently encircling my right nipple, which is a complete weak spot for me.  It was with these first few touches that I could tell he knew how to make his man feel good. 

Our lips were fully engaged at this point with our tongues taking turns probing the inside of each other’s mouths.   I used my hands to gently feel up and down the v shape of his torso and gently grabbing his waist.   I was completely engorged at this point and leaking underneath the top sheet.   At one point, Tony had felt a wet spot and asked me if I had cum.  I told him that I was just extremely turned on and that I tend to leak a lot.  It was that response that put a crooked smile on Tony’s face as if to say, he was quite cool with that. 

The perfect gentleman that he is, Tony asked if he could remove the sheet to see ‘all’ of me.  With that I helped him remove the sheet to expose both of our naked bodies.   It was like we were two kids in an amusement park, not sure which ride to start with.   I looked at his body and saw a very large rock-hard slab of meat that went just above his navel; my guess, he was about 8 ½ inches and about 6 inches around.  He too was pre-cumming, but not to the extent that I was.

He was also perfectly engrossed in looking at what I was offering as well.  Even though he had seen me naked in the hallway, he hadn’t made a bid deal of seeing me.  Now, things were completely different.  He again looked up at me and gave me that crooked smile that I would come to love.

He asked if he could taste me, which I thought meant he wanted to suck me, but when I said yes, he took his index finger, put it my puddle of pre-cum on my upper stomach and just gently traced it in the shape of an 8.   He then took his finger, looked into my eyes and then slowly stuck it in his mouth, rolling his eyes and sucking on his finger as if he had just dipped his finger in honey.  After his initial taste, he repositioned his body so he could lick up every drop that I had produced.  When that was done, he lifted the heft of my cock and gently placed the head on his lips.  He encased my huge head with those perfect lips that I was previously imagining being all over my cock.  He grabbed the base of my 9+ inches and began to fellate the top portion of my cock.   This was incredible, I had never had anyone make love to my cock like this before.  Who is this guy I asked myself again.

He slowly began taking more of me into his warm mouth, wrapping his hand around the base of my shaft and slowly bobbing up and down.  Even though he wasn’t able to take all of it, he was satisfying me with what he was able to handle.  

At this point I needed to start taking care of Tony because if he kept this up, I was going to cum at any moment.  I gently rubbed his head and told him it was my turn.  I slowly turned in bed so I was on top of Tony, with him on his back as I just stared into his eyes.  I took the back of my hand and glided it across his beautiful chest, being sure to rub against his nipples to see what kind of reaction this would get.   As I did, he recoiled in what was obvious pleasure causing me to bend down and taste each one of those manly morsels.  I slowly bit down on each one, trying to determine which one was most sensitive.  Like me, it was his right nipple, which I turned my focus to.

I could feel his fat cock throbbing underneath me as I continued to torture his right nipple, causing him to turn back and forth under me.   I could also feel the wet spot between us, which was a product of our combined excitement.   I released his nipple from the grip of my teeth and slowly licked down his smooth chest, landing my tongue where he had been producing the most.  I too enjoyed his taste and encouraged him to run his hands through my brown hair as I nursed on every sweet drop.  I couldn’t help but look up at him and smile, to which he responded by pulling me close to his mouth to taste the combination of my saliva and his pre-cum.

After making out with his perfect lips for a bit, I returned to the scene and picked up his beautiful cock, rubbing it and his leak across my cheeks and face.  Without losing eye contact, I put the head of his cock against my lips and slowly licked the head and all it had to offer.   The look on Tony’s face showed that he was obviously enjoying my efforts as he continued to run his hand through my hair.  At this point I began to work my wet lips down his shaft, ever so slowly.  I wanted to savor this moment and didn’t want him to explode too quickly either.  I continued to slowly bob up and down in a gentle twisting motion while cradling his hefty balls.  After a few minutes I had worked most of his cock into my mouth, straining to try and get it all in.

I increased the rhythm on his tool and could tell he was getting close.  He started to arch his back and let me know he was about to cum.  I didn’t release my mouth as I wanted to taste every drop of his love juice.  A few seconds later I got the first power spurt of cum into the back of my mouth, followed by a volley of squirts that I was barely able to swallow.  I kept his cock in my mouth to ensure I got every last drop of his delicious seed before releasing his still semi-hard cock onto his stomach.

I moved up and gave him a kiss letting him know how much I enjoyed his taste.  He then rolled me on my back and said ‘my turn’.  I warned him that I shoot a lot, but he didn’t seem to care.  He grabbed the base of my cock and wrapped his velvet lips around the top portion of my cock.  At this point, I was so turned on it was only a matter of minutes before I let him know I was about to cum.   I then unleashed what felt like an unbelievable load.  Tony’s eyes widened while I was cumming and while he was able to handle most of it, some of it did come out the corners of his mouth.  Without even flinching, he scooped up what he wasn’t able to initially swallow and downed every remaining drop.  We then collapsed into each other’s arms, fully satisfied and fell asleep.

To be continued …