THE BIGGEST SO FAR – Chapter 3: Noah (Patreon)
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For weeks after my encounter with Paul, visions of him and his magnificent piece would appear in my head every time I jacked off. Still, I had a crazy fantasy of meeting someone with even more meat between his thighs. I was so sure it wouldn’t happen that I actually stopped looking. Dicks in the wild just have a natural maximum size, don’t they? But then, less than two years later, it happened again. And this time, he found me.
I was at the gay club. The music was loud and the bass was loud enough to feel in my bones, even back in the men’s room where I was. I was sitting on the toilet checking Grindr when someone knocked on the side of my cubicle.
“Someone there?”
The voice was thunderous, booming through the thin wall, deep enough to compete with the bass in the other room. I saw a big hand appear over the top of the stall, waving at me.
“Ye…yeah?” I answered, not sure what was going on. Then I noticed the hand was pointing at a plug in the wall between our stalls—it looked like I could detach it to create a glory hole.
I was judging from the voice and the size of the hand alone, but I had a strong intuition that this guy was big—my kind of big. I followed my intuition and decided to try my luck with him. Not gonna lie, not knowing what he looked like actually made it more exciting.
“Can you…?” the deep voice suggested. I could see him pushing against the cap blocking the hole. “I need it…”
I got on my knees and removed the plug. I couldn’t see much through the little porthole, but I caught a glimpse of the stranger’s shoes, and they were, if anything, even more impressive than his hands. Heavy, sand-colored boots, at least a size 15! I had no idea they even manufactured boots that big.
“Now, don’t be scared,” the voice on the other side rumbled. “You don’t have to get it all the way in. No one ever has.”
Hearing the unmistakable sound of a fly unzipping, I leaned down to peer through the hole.
At first, I saw only a wide forest of pubic hair. And then, suddenly, his meat had entered the chat.
The head was massive. Was it possible it was even bigger than Paul’s?
For a second, I wondered why he wasn’t pushing the rest of it through. Then I realized: he hadn’t even gotten the head all the way through the hole and it had gotten stuck. I could only see a tiny fraction of what had to be the most impressive piece I had ever seen.
Fuck. My mouth began to water. The cockhead lodged in the hole before me was as big as an apple, and as I watched it seemed to be angrily swelling even bigger.
“Fuck, yeah,” I whispered. “Get bigger for me!”
The man on the other side was swearing. “This hole is tinier than I remember it, fuck. Have I grown again?”
God damn. I was ready to cum already.
He started pushing and panting, seemingly determined to get through even though the hole was way too small for him. The flimsy wall between us started to creak, I saw little cracks appear in the laminate around the hole. His meaty hands gripped the top and bottom of the wall, and I realized that this man was going to get his enormous cock through that tiny hole, no matter what he destroyed in the process.
“There. We. Go!”
With a crash, the plastic around the opening shattered and the glory hole doubled in size. At last, a dick that looked like it belonged to an ogre squeezed through.
He was still only half-hard. The stranger squeezed more and more of his half-hard appendage through the newly-enlarged opening with a loud moan until 13 whopping inches of uncut, dripping monster meat dangled in front of me.
I felt like my soul was ascending. I had done it—I’d found an even bigger one!
As the giant dick pulsed and began to get hard, my eager lips at last made contact with the monster. The groan from the other side shook the room even more than the music outside.
“Fuck, you’re good!”
“I haven’t even started,” I whispered.
“Be gentle, little guy, yeah? It’s been a while.”
Oh, boy. I was going to need a third and a fourth hand for this motherfucker. More flesh was pouring through the hole as his monster grew still bigger and harder, until he was 14 and a half inches long and as hard as a steel beam. He was almost big enough to nail me against the opposite wall. I would have loved to see the balls that went with the bat, but they were out of reach, the hole not yet big enough to fit them.
After just a few good rubs, his cock had become too big and thick to withdraw back through the wall. The only way he was getting out of here was to blow a load. And when that happened was under my control. I felt him shiver.
With my tongue and both hands, I ministered to the monster in front of me until it was completely slick. I tried to get it down my throat, but it was too big for that. The sheer weight of it in my hands had me ready to faint and cum at the same time.
He was giving me copious amounts of pre, literally dripping, which I used to lubricate him still further. It was a delicious mess.
Determined to satisfy him, I took as much in my mouth as I could, until he was dislocating my jaw with just his cockhead.
I could feel the wall between us starting to shake as his orgasm approached.
“So good!” he groaned loudly. “You’re a genius, fuck!”
His cock began to squirt in great, soaking gobs. I was soaked in seconds. Not just my face, but my shirt, my pants, my hair—everything was covered in spunk by the time he was finally empty.
It took me a while to come back to my senses after that. Through the wall, I could hear him cleaning himself off, and then the door slamming as he departed for the dance floor. It took me close to an hour to wash and dry myself enough to go back out to the club. And when I was back on the dance floor, I was distracted by my friends, but I could still make out a huge silhouette dancing in the distance. I kept wondering if it was him.