Is there anything more frustrating than being defeated by a giant cock? When your arse is feeling very sociable indeed, but the cock in question just ain’t getting in, despite being down on your VIP list (Very Insertible Penis)?
This is the situation I found myself in at the weekend. The guy in my bed, who certainly wasn’t a big guy in any other departments, turned out to have a surprise for me when I pulled down his jeans to reveal a very well filled pair of Aussie Bums – this guys had a massive cock! Okay, it wasn’t the longest one I’ve come across, but the thickness made me gulp and decide I may have to dislocate my jaw to give anything close to a blow job. It was a magnificent penis: a giant bell-end crowning a juicy shaft that thickened more and more until the base, which was practically the width of my forearm. It was incredibly sexy just kissing this guy and holding his cock in my hand, feeling the width. I had been a bit on the fence up until this point, but now my passive side was screaming out and all I could think about was having that cock inside me; I had to have it; it would be like having the keys to a Porsche, otherwise, and only using it to do the grocery shopping.
Luckily it turned out he was only too happy to oblige but, lube in hand, I suddenly realised I would need a strategy here; there would be no ‘dab of KY on the index finger’ and away you go; I had a mountain to climb. In fact, ‘mount’ seemed to be the way to go. I took charge, which wasn’t what my ultra passive mood was crying out for, but I thought I could work up to a good, hard pounding from behind. I got him on his back and carried on tonguing him while starting to open myself up, firstly with one finger and then with two. I took my time because I hadn’t had a workout in that area for a while and this guy was more like ten fingers. I gave myself one more ‘lubing’ and felt confident that my arse was stretched enough, so took his cock in one hand and squeezed a load of lube onto the top and rubbed it up and down, feeling horny that his dick was throbbing hard in my grip. I started to slide down onto this monster cock, but it was barely inside me before it came to a stop. The slight curve to it didn’t help, but I was ready, willing and bloody determined – I wasn’t going to be beaten by a cock! I made the failed attempt part of the foreplay and teased his tip around my hole; then I reached for the, now nearly empty, lube tube and went in for the ‘three knuckle shove’ so much that they were gliding in and out with all the ease of a greased-up wheel; alas, my attempt at a hot fuck stalled on early entry and I was forced to rethink. I could feel him getting softer, which was making it even harder, if you see what I mean, and I asked him to fuck me from behind, hoping the angle would be easier. How hard can it be to find an arsehole that’s right in from of your face?! After what seemed like forever giving helpful tips like ‘down a bit’ or ‘ouch, not there’ we were both losing the will and the blood from our cocks, so decided to give up.
So, there I was, one stretched, but unfulfilled arse, a couple of sticky lube-hands and a disappointed expression. Turns out, however, that he has a passive side too and so I put the lube on my hands to good use and gave him a nice long fuck from behind – I might have missed out on ‘going large’ but I think fucking a hung guy from behind with his extra big dick in your hand comes a close second – actually, I came a close second.
Monster cocks
Is there anything more frustrating than being defeated by a giant cock? When your arse is feeling very sociable indeed, but the cock in question just ain’t getting in, despite being down on your VIP list (Very Insertible Penis)?
This is the situation I found myself in at the weekend. The guy in my bed, who certainly wasn’t a big guy in any other departments, turned out to have a surprise for me when I pulled down his jeans to reveal a very well filled pair of Aussie Bums – this guys had a massive cock! Okay, it wasn’t the longest one I’ve come across, but the thickness made me gulp and decide I may have to dislocate my jaw to give anything close to a blow job. It was a magnificent penis: a giant bell-end crowning a juicy shaft that thickened more and more until the base, which was practically the width of my forearm. It was incredibly sexy just kissing this guy and holding his cock in my hand, feeling the width. I had been a bit on the fence up until this point, but now my passive side was screaming out and all I could think about was having that cock inside me; I had to have it; it would be like having the keys to a Porsche, otherwise, and only using it to do the grocery shopping.
Luckily it turned out he was only too happy to oblige but, lube in hand, I suddenly realised I would need a strategy here; there would be no ‘dab of KY on the index finger’ and away you go; I had a mountain to climb. In fact, ‘mount’ seemed to be the way to go. I took charge, which wasn’t what my ultra passive mood was crying out for, but I thought I could work up to a good, hard pounding from behind. I got him on his back and carried on tonguing him while starting to open myself up, firstly with one finger and then with two. I took my time because I hadn’t had a workout in that area for a while and this guy was more like ten fingers. I gave myself one more ‘lubing’ and felt confident that my arse was stretched enough, so took his cock in one hand and squeezed a load of lube onto the top and rubbed it up and down, feeling horny that his dick was throbbing hard in my grip. I started to slide down onto this monster cock, but it was barely inside me before it came to a stop. The slight curve to it didn’t help, but I was ready, willing and bloody determined – I wasn’t going to be beaten by a cock! I made the failed attempt part of the foreplay and teased his tip around my hole; then I reached for the, now nearly empty, lube tube and went in for the ‘three knuckle shove’ so much that they were gliding in and out with all the ease of a greased-up wheel; alas, my attempt at a hot fuck stalled on early entry and I was forced to rethink. I could feel him getting softer, which was making it even harder, if you see what I mean, and I asked him to fuck me from behind, hoping the angle would be easier. How hard can it be to find an arsehole that’s right in from of your face?! After what seemed like forever giving helpful tips like ‘down a bit’ or ‘ouch, not there’ we were both losing the will and the blood from our cocks, so decided to give up.
So, there I was, one stretched, but unfulfilled arse, a couple of sticky lube-hands and a disappointed expression. Turns out, however, that he has a passive side too and so I put the lube on my hands to good use and gave him a nice long fuck from behind – I might have missed out on ‘going large’ but I think fucking a hung guy from behind with his extra big dick in your hand comes a close second – actually, I came a close second.