Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 06:19:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Deeply <a_big_dick_lover_in_louky@yahoo.com>
Subject: My True Story - How I learned to Love The Dick

I'm just about 100% hetero - except for this big dick
fetish I have. It's rarely indulged, and on those
occasions that I do hunger (like recently) of course I
cannot find what I consider a big enough dick. I have
no interest in anything averaged sized at all. When it
comes to cocks I'm a total sizequeen. What can I say?

As a younger boy an older neighborhood teen coerced
and/or connived me into becoming his cock slave.
It all started one day when we were down in his
basement one day looking at porno mags. The atmosphere
was very sexually charged.

While looking at the porn he began to ask me
questions, did the pictures turn me on (yes), had I
ever been with a girl (no). Had I ever been with a guy
(no!). Had I ever thought about being with a guy?
(no!!) During this line of questioning he began to rub
casually himself through his shorts causing the nylon
fabric to stretch like a big-top at the circus. I was
afraid of the energy and fascinated at his bulge
simultaneously. It was enormous.  I must have been
looking too intently, and I realized he was watching
me stare while he played with himself.

Now there was nothing subtle about it now. He grabbed
the base of his grotesquely fat cock and began to
stroke it's length. I could not believe it's mass.

He asked me if I wanted to touch it. I declined,
stuttering and confused, but didn't leave either. Part
of me felt like I should leave right now and forget
this bizzare, yet exciting scene. But I could not
leave, despite my feelings of what I "should do" my
body compelled me to stay. My heart was racing, I felt
very warm and tingly and I realized I was trembling
the slightest bit.

He kept stroking and began to coax me into touching
it. At some point he simple took my hand and placed it
on his giant erection. The charge was electric! It
more than filled my entire grasp with its spongy
hardness and even trough his shorts I could feel its
burning heat.

He began to tell me how to stroke it, then told me to
take it out - I did. I jacked him off per his
instructions. I was hypnotized by this huge meat that
was both so hard and yet so soft. He was uncut and I
was mesmerized at how his forskin would pull back and
forth over his plum sized cock-head.

Her asked me if I wanted to suck it, and although I
did I could not say so - I couldn't't say anything! I
was both terrified and excited like I'd never known
before. I silently continued to stroke his big fat
cock. He placed his Hand's on my shoulder and began
pushing down - I knew what was about to happen...I WAS
going to suck this cock.

As I said he was older, and bigger, and stronger, so I
couldn't't really resist his force for long. He was
telling me how he knew I wanted to suck it (he was
right) and how much we'd both like it (he was right
again).

I surrendered and found my place on my knees with my
head right at level with his swollen cock-meat. Again
I began to stroke it; its huge flexible rigidity
captivating me. I was trembling. Literally.

He told me to open my mouth and suck on it, so I did.
His cock was enormous, I could barely stretch my lips
around it's bloated head. He instructed me how to
cover my teeth and bob my head on his cock. Steadying
his incredibly girthy cock with both hands I began to
fuck it with my mouth, in and out, in and out, in and
out. It was as though his cock were whiskey, for it
was making me feel drunk.

There was no room to spare in my overly stuffed mouth,
filled to capacity with his giant erection. I could
only manage the head and just a little more. I sucked
hungrily gladly following instructions as he offered
them. I developed a rhythm and alternately pulled his
fat, hard cock to my hungry mouth as I forced my head
down on it.

At some point he gently grabbed the hair on the back
of my head and pulled me away from his raging hardon.
I was shocked into consciousness like a happy-suckling
puppy yanked from it's mother's teat. Grabbing his
giant cock he waved it above my face and asked me if I
liked it. I did, and told him so. He asked if I wanted
to please him and make him cum. I did, and told him
so.

He explained that I was doing a good job for my first
time, but that I had a lot to learn and he would show
me if I wanted him to. I did, and told him so.

He again placed his fat bulbousness back in my mouth
this time holding my head in his hands. He began to
thrust into me, fucking my mouth - it was too much and
I tried to pull away to no avail, he held me fast and
continued to fuck my face. He told me to relax saying
that he was going to have his way and it would be
better for us both if I cooperated.

Now it was becoming uncomfortable, he was cramming
more dick in my mouth than I could take. My jaws were
already starting to hurt from being over-extended, and
I began to panic as the assault deepened with his
thrusting heading for my throat.

Now well into sucking his giant dick, I head the door
upstairs shut and footsteps on the floor above. His
mother was home and she called out to see if he was
home. He yelled back in the affirmative informing her
I was with him, and continued his pleasure. I panicked
and wanted to stop, afraid of being caught. My
"friend" would have none of it and held me on his dick
telling me, "you're going to finish what you started."


Now the door to the stairs opened, he held still, his
erection throbbing in my mouth. "What are you guys
doing down there?", she asked. "Nothing", he replied,
"just looking at comics". She closed the door saying
she'd fix lunch in a little while.

"You're going to get you're lunch now, dicksucker", he
told me as he resumed his thrusting.


He was none to gentle with me in fucking my mouth.
Before it was over he had one hand firmly on the back
of my head and the other gripping the bottom of my
chin and neck holding me in place while thrusting
himself deeper and deeper in mouth. When his cock hit
my throat I thought I was going to vomit. My stomach
heaved and bile rose in my throat. Clamping both hands
on his muscled thighs I tried to push myself away, but
could not. He continued to fuck my mouth and stretch
my throat.  My gagging drew no sympathy from him
until it became very violent. He then withdraw himself
as I gasped for air, my mouth, throat, nose and
sinuses clogged with mucous and pre-cum. As I tried to
regain my composure he was "shhhhhhing" me and rubbing
his dickhead over my mouth and across my face, his
pre-cum covering my face with it's warm slipperyness.
This was the first I was aware of it's discharge. My
senses were coming back to me and I could see the
massive dick being rubbed on my face; the proud
glands, full and swollen, encircled behind by the
foreskin spewing the slippery fuck-lube heralding what
was to come.

Hooking his thumb into the corner of my mouth as a
gentle incentive to open he began to thump his massive
cockhead on my lips.

I gladly resumed.

He fucked my head as before coaching me on how to
relax and take him in my throat. Now I WANTED him in
my throat. I wanted nothing more than to satisfy this
remarkable, demanding penis. What of his fat manhood I
was able to swallow that day was mostly the result of
him being willing to force it down me, and me being
willing to take it.


The leakage from his unbelievably thickened manhood
began to increase, thicker, perhaps more salty...he
warned me that he was going to cum and that I was
going to swallow it. His fucking became more
determined and at intervals he would pull my head onto
his cock as he would press his loins forward lodging
himself in my neck as far as he could and then make
sharp thrusts with his hips. I knew he was close from
his verbal praises and the swelling pulse from his
incredible penis. I couldn't believe that it could get
any bigger, any harder, but it did as it began to pump
a huge load of thick, hot, salty cum down my throat. I
gagged like crazy and tried to dislodge him from my
cum-blasted windpipe. I succeeded enough only in
getting him to withdraw into my mouth where he
continued to pump his hot thick jizz. He held me in
place until he was through and I had swallowed his
deposit.

No sooner had I finished swallowing his cum and he
pulled out than I realized what had really just
transpired. Here I was, on my knees, a mucous-faced,
teary-eyed dicksucker with the taste of fresh cum in
his mouth.

"Dude, you're a mess", he told me, "you'd better go
out the basement door". I looked down to see the whole
front of my shirt covered in the slime of saliva,
mucous, and well earned cum.

That was it. He shooed me out. Luckily I was only a
block away from home, and I took the alley so as to
avoid anybody. My face was flush and I burned with
shame. Why had I become a dicksucker?

I was repulsed and excited at the same time.


Ultimately I guess I liked more than I didn't 'cause
for a summer or so I became his secret sperm
receptacle. He taught me how to deepthroat and later
even opened my ass up, but then he moved away.

Not long thereafter I began to get lucky with the
girls, and have ever since, but sometimes I crave
being on my knees in front of a big fat hard cock.
I've only had a few other experiences since (as my
criteria are so stringent), but am open for more.