Before last Thursday, if anyone had told me I'd be destroyed by a porn star's cock, I would have just laughed and said, "yeah, right." But it's true, mine eyes have seen the glory. Well, OK, he wasn't actually a star of the laptop screen, but he definitely had the qualifications. Anybody who visits gay porn sites and goes right for the Big Cock category knows what it's like to fantasize about servicing a guy with monster meat, but let's face it, unless we win the lotto, we're extremely unlikely to ever get our hands - and mouth - on anything much bigger than standard equipment. Porn surfers are also likely to visit gay "dating" sites as well, but they're almost always a crap shoot, emphasis on the word crap. About a year ago, I did the email dance with a guy who claimed to have eight inches, and was willing to cum by my place, but I was skeptical. How many times does a guy claim eight and show up with a limp six? But, when we both got naked, my eyes popped out when he whipped out what he had promised and then some. Not only was his cock at least eight inches long, but it was very thick, especially right below his cockhead. I was in cocksucker heaven, immediately at work on his hard handle. I found it hard to get all of him down, but I love a challenge. It was a fantasy come true, but over all too soon, as he shot a nice, hot load into my hungry mouth in less than a couple of minutes. I could have sucked him for an hour, but...believe it or not, he was not the "porn star" I alluded to.. He was just good practice. Then, last week, I had an experience most of us can only dream about, certainly not something I ever expected to encounter in my lifetime.
I refer to him as a freak show because...well, some guys have big cocks, some have really big cocks, and then there's the freakish fuckpole, the unfathomable weapon-wang. We met at a spot in the local woods, near a trailhead that's a hotspot for action in our big little town. He wasn't one of the regulars and when we checked each other out, I could tell that he was hugely nervous about the possibility of getting busted in the bushes. I didn't blame him; I always feel the same way. It's dangerous business. Last Thursday, though, was one of the rare occasions when I could host and, sizing him up and noticing his bulky body, I figured it might be worth a try. As he followed me home, I drove slowly, not wanting to lose him.
He was still noticeably nervous when we got to my place, so I asked him if he wanted a beer or some 420 to take the edge off, but he explained that he'd had some "difficulty" with the few other guys he'd hooked up with, and that's why he was nervous. I told him it was no problem. I figured maybe he had E.D. issues and I've had pretty good luck making some limp dicks change their minds. What the heck? What's the worst thing that could happen? If it didn't work out, he could just leave and that would be fine. I've had my share of disappointments.
After some awkward silent moments, I invited him into the bedroom and started to strip. He was hesitant for a moment, but then peeled off his flannel shirt, revealing a huge, hairy chest. I'm not normally a fan of bears, but there was something about this guy. I let my pants fall and watched his eyes drop down to my very average, but very hard cock. After a wordless second or two, he pulled off his jeans, and I felt my breath seize up at the sight of the bulge in his tighty-whiteys. I dropped immediately to my knees. I was probably drooling, and I hadn't even seen the equipment yet! Then, quietly, he said, "This is what scares some guys off." He stripped off his shorts and I nearly fell over backwards at the sight of the most enormous cock I've ever seen in my life. I'm not just talking about poles I've met personally, I'm talking about a cock bigger than almost anything I've even seen in porn vids...and I've seen a lot. "Some guys just, you know, ah, back out when they see me naked" He sounded a bit apologetic. "If I freak you out, I can just go."
It took me a second to even work up some words, but I assured him that everything was cool and...I started touching his hard cock with just my fingers, then holding it in the palm of my hand to estimate its weight. He wasn't even a little bit hard yet, but his limp member was at least nine inches long and thick as an axe handle. He still seemed a bit hesitant, so I invited him to just lean back against the footboard of the bed and let me "see what I can do". What I could do, it turned out, was to get maybe two or three inches of him in my mouth before my jaw began to hurt. One of my favorite sensations, probably only surpassed by the moment when I know a man is about to come off in my face, is the incredibly erotic feeling of a man's cock getting hard in my mouth.
Once I'd licked the head of his cock a bit, he relaxed and said, "Don't worry if you can't take it all. Nobody ever has." I believed him. Now he was getting fully hard and I worked my mouth, as much as I was able, on the first third of his cock while I wrapped both hands around the rest of his shaft, amazed that there were still a couple of inches left over. Now, fully hard, he was easily ten inches long, thick as a flagpole and beginning to throb in my hungry mouth. My own cock was dancing wildly, threatening to hog about half of my blood for its own lewd agenda. My jaw was beginning to hurt like hell, but I kept working his turgid tool, trying to get a little bit more. I was using my tongue like the cockwhore I truly am, hoping I could give him at least a little bit of satisfaction. I don't like to feel like I've done shoddy work.
Then, suddenly, I felt his huge hands under my armpits. He lifted me up effortlessly and shot me a dangerous grin as my eyes caught his. "I'm feeling a lot less nervous", he said, sarcastically. "How about you? Good for a bit of fun?" I found myself speechless, stammering. Clearly, things had changed and I realized that his "nervousness" had been just a game. He spun me around and pushed me over the footboard. I felt his feet spreading my legs out and his finger on my exposed, defenseless ass. "Now, hold that pose." He was laughing now, and for the first time in my life, I heard my voice, like an out-of-body experience, asking him if I could just finish him off with my mouth. "I just don't think I can handle..." He cut me off mid sentence, put one of his huge hands on the back of my neck and bent my upper body over the bed. I watched, scared out of my mind, as his other hand fished in the pocket of the pants he'd left draped over the bedcover. When he found the lube, he wasted no time. I felt a huge glob of it trickling down my ass crack as he continued to hold me in place. He worked the lube deep into my man-pussy with one huge finger, then two, then three. Then he let go of my neck, his feet holding me in place, as I listened to the sound of him oiling up his cock. "Seriously, man, I can't handle you. It's just too fucking big", I protested. He bent over and whispered in my ear, "Shut up." I felt the tip of his cock on my doorstep, and my whole body began to shake. At least he was merciful, pushing the head of his cock against my fuck hole, a little harder with each thrust. "Dude, seriously, I can't take it. You're just too fucking big!"...
Then his cockhead penetrated my first door of defense and I felt a sharp pain shoot all the way up from my ass to my back and neck. I was on tiptoes now, trying to shake loose, but he had other ideas. He put both of his giant hands around my neck and I felt him break through the gates with one push. The pain was incredibly intense and I begged him to pull out. He did, but only long enough to pour another copious shot of lube over my backside and onto his dick. Then he was back inside of me. I had sometimes fantasized about being raped, but now I had a baseball bat in me and I was having trouble breathing. Then he quietly said," It'll only hurt for a minute. After that, you'll learn to enjoy it, bro. Trust me." And with that he slid his entire fuckpole deep inside me and held it there.
My whole body was shaking. His hands were now wrapped firmly around my hips, making it impossible for me to move in any direction. I felt my breath slowly returning, and could hear his, too, calm and measured. We both stood perfectly still for a minute and I found my body slowly, amazingly, beginning to adjust to the invasion. Then - he seemed to sense the exact moment when my pain turned to pleasure - he started slowly fucking me. He moved his hands to my stomach and began rhythmically reaching deeper into me than I had ever imagined possible. Each time his piston hit top-dead-center, there was a sharp pain, but only for a fraction of a second. I was getting used to it. Then he pulled out.
"Get on the bed, face down", he ordered. By this time I was no longer putting up any resistance. In fact, I couldn't wait to feel his gigantic manhood slide back into my pussy. He spread my legs apart with his, teased my hole for a couple of seconds and then thrust it all the way in. Again, when he had all of his rock-hard meat in me, he held his body still for a few seconds. I felt his crushing weight on my back as he laid on top of me, his hot breath right in my ear. Then a whispered compliment. "I gotta hand it to you, dude. Most guys are kicking and screaming about now, trying to fight me off, but you take it like a man...or a woman, I'm not sure which." Then he chuckled and started slow fucking me again. The sensation of his gigantic member massaging me from the inside out was incredibly good. I was amazed that I was not only taking it, but loving every minute of it. He began picking up speed and my heart began beating in lockstep with his thrusts. Then he was fucking me fast and hard and I could feel the whole bed shaking as he destroyed me from within. My face was buried in the pillow, with just enough to air to cry, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" As if he needed encouragement! He pounded me intensely for a few minutes before I could feel his body starting to stiffen up, his stomach and hip muscles tightening a little more with each pounding push. I was helpless, nothing but a pussy for his pleasure...and loving every moment of it. He put his hands on the bed, his back arching upward and his hips slamming farther into me than I ever thought was possible. Then he let it go, moaning and grunting. I can't say that I could actually feel the explosion inside, but his body was shaking so uncontrollably that I knew he was pumping buckets of cum into my ass. He pounded me hard about eight times and then I felt his body loosen up as he laid his weight back down on me, his breath hot and hard in my ear. We both laid still for a long time. I felt his cock losing its harness. Then he backed it out slowly and now I actually could feel the cum, as a stream of it flowed out of my pussy and onto the bed.
He didn't say a word as he got up, used his finger to catch a last drop of cum from his cockhead, and then stuck it into my mouth. After he was fully dressed, I was still lying face down, motionless, my body completely drained. "Well, thanks for inviting me over. That was fun." He turned toward the bedroom door, then had a last look at my wasted body and his cum still dripping out of me. "By the way, you're mine now. I own you. Your pussy is mine. And your mouth, too." Then he rattled off ten numbers and walked out. As I heard the back door close, I scrambled to find a pen and paper to write his number down before I forgot it. He was right, I was his private pussy now, and will be every time he wants to fuck me.
For two hours after he left, I could still feel his enormous cock inside of me. My ass was so stretched out that it felt like he was still fucking me. He was so big that I had lost my wood instantly when he first took me, but after he left I wasted no time dreaming about what had just happened. I jacked off slowly until I pumped a hot load of cum onto my chest, belly and all over my hand. I fingered up every drop so that I could taste it. I'd earned it.
When he called me Saturday around noon, I realized that he'd given me his number just so he could capture mine. All good with me, because he'd captured my body too. I was practically shaking with anticipation after he called. I'm relatively new in town, but he knew just where to find the cheapest hotel room. He's obviously done this before. As for me, I can't wait. I've bought my ticket for the Cum Carnival and I can't wait for the freak show to start again. I'm his personal clown car now, amazed at how many inches he can pack into me. I'll endure the initial pain in exchange for the pounding that cums next. I'm his any and every time he wants me.