THE BIGGEST SO FAR – Chapter 2: Paul (Patreon)

I had thought that Enzo had the biggest dick I’d ever be lucky enough to see. Boy, was I wrong. It was only a few years after that that I met Paul, a man who was built exactly the way I liked.

At first, I couldn’t believe I had found someone even bigger than Enzo. But my disbelief expanded into lust pretty quickly.

I saw Paul naked many times in the gym shower, and the junk he sported was just beautiful. At its softest (I only ever saw him take cold showers) it was almost 8 and a half inches long, dangling heavily, decadent with foreskin. There was nothing I wouldn’t have given to touch that piece, to finally see it fully hard…

He caught me staring a few times and always “ignored” it, turning away from me and smirking. But even though I knew he was straight, from time to time I had the feeling that he was putting on a show for me.

At first I thought it was a coincidence, but the little performances kept happening. He would choose the spot right next to me in the gym. He would pause in front of me and lift his hoodie for no reason except to show off his protruding bulge, inches from my face. He would jerk his cock through his training shorts every time he noticed I was looking…the list kept getting longer. He was playing me like a violin, and I was fully on board for it.

Finally, one not-so-busy night at the gym, he finally caved. I was enjoying some post-workout time in the sauna, late enough in the day that I could usually count on having it to myself for a solid 20 minutes. But I had barely settled in when Paul entered. He was only wearing nothing but his tight boxer briefs and a towel slung over his shoulder. There were goosebumps on his arms and legs. He had just taken another one of his cold showers.

Of course, he took a seat right next to me, even though he had all the room in the world.

“How was your workout?” he asked me in his raspy voice.

“Good, good.”

“Nice.” He seemed to think about my answer for a second. “Nice.”

He spread his toned legs until they were brushing against mine. His bulge was actually spilling over the edge of the wooden bench we were sitting on. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it.

It looked so heavy and wide. What had they been feeding this guy when he went through puberty? Damn!

The depth of his voice surprised me when he spoke up again. “So...you like this big cock of mine, huh?”

Fuck…

Looking me right in the eye, he grabbed his bulge and bit his lip. I swallowed hard.

“You can blow me if you want to. Just don’t tell anyone.”

“Why would I—”

“Don’t play dumb. I’ve got a huge cock. People talk about it all the time.”

“So show me,” I challenged him.

He pulled his hand away, and indeed his cock had already grown quite a lot, significantly bigger than I had ever seen it. I could see he still had a ways to go, though. I watched as it distorted his boxer briefs more and more, the black fabric slowly becoming sheer.

“That is a big cock,” I whispered.

“Don’t get excited yet,” he told me. It’s still not hard. Just wait.”

He took the back of my head in his hand and pushed my face right into his swelling package. Instantly I was in heaven. I could actually feel the veins of his cock against my lips, the fresh, powdery scent of his soap filling my nostrils. I took in the scent of his balls, huge and heavy, every bit a match for his cock.

And he was still growing! How can a cock like that even exist? I thought. And then the logical followup, Is there any way I could get that thing inside me?

His underwear. parting now at the seams, had just about had enough, Finally, he unwrapped and freed his raging 11-incher for me. I had never felt such an intense stab of lust. Eagerly, I stuffed the thick prick down my throat, and Paul actually moaned, louder than he’d probably meant to. My skill had taken him by surprise. A minute later he started flooding my mouth with his hot cum, and it felt like I was suspended there for a good minute waiting for the geyser to stop. By the time he was done, my whole mouth was full, my cheeks bloated, as I tried to swallow fast enough to keep up with him.

I collapsed on the bench next to him, the remains of his load dripping down my stomach.

“We should do this again.”

“Yeah, sure,” I gasped, barely able to breathe. “Definitely.”