I had been a TOTAL homophobe before my ex girlfriend Alex had brought Dick home from the nude beach with us and became his --or should I say his length's-- personal 247 size worshipper. Oh, I had ALWAYS been fascinated by the SIGHT of big manhoodes in porn and in the shower at the college gym, but I couldnt imagine touching a guy. So when Alex completely abandoned any interest in my own desperately needy length the moment this awesome new alpha male entered our household, and instantly began giving him ALL the attention and NONE to me, it was with as much with awe, admiration and pure lust as it was with envy that I watched her express her constant desire for Dick's massive ten-inch prick--a desire she had NEVER had for my more-than-adequate but less-than-stunning 7.

5 incher.

Her desire for his giant tool never waned, but only continued to intensify, grow and unfold with each hot, saliva-and-cum-drenched session they had, right out in front of me. My initial protests to Alex when I had her off to one side that first afternoon, "Why are you doing this to me!" and "What am I supposed to do about it, I can't make my length bigger!" were met with a calm, matter-of-fact, "Well, what am I supposed to do about it, either?!!" from her. "After all, " she explained, "I can't help it that his giant length turns me on so much more than your size does. Just LOOKING at Dick's length makes me cream! Its only natural. I cant deny it. I cant resist it. You always wanted me to be more sexual, didnt you? Don't take it so personally!" I had to admit that the whole situation between her and him and the fact that they had just moved right in on me to use my place for their unbridled lust turned ME on more than normal sex with her ever had, too. But at first I thought it was just her reaction to his thingy that turned me on, not Dick's length itself. The way she openly flaunted her desire for him right in front of me. The way his dramatically bigger length had turned her in the blink of an eye from a prudish, uptight icicle into a length-crazed slut who couldn't get enough.

Over those three weeks that she constantly went for his crotch, pulled his hyper masculine boner out and waved it around, obviously entranced by it, studying and admiring it, gasping and talking to it, the way she jacked it, pulled the skin down and pushed against the base to make it stand out as far as it could, then gave into its magnetic pull, toying, kissing and mouthing it, the way she constantly stared at his crotch between sessions, then when it was freed again immediately and constantly sucked and slurped and kissed and caressed and stroked and serviced his deserving thingy, the combination of envy and vicarious thrill that I felt for both of them was overpowering. I simultaneously imagined what it would be like if I had a length like Dick's--what it would be like to be able to provoke that kind of instantaneous acceptance and sexual lust and constant attention from a beautiful woman, without any need to "work for it", how I could give so much pleasure to her that she couldn't keep her hands and mouth off of it, but to have it be totally sincere and heartfelt DESIRE on her part--and at the same time I empathized with how hot it was for Alex to have found what it took to turn her crank, to blow her skirt, to ring her chimes... to cause her to moan and salivate and orgasm repeatedly just from feeling the super-sensational pressure and mass and length and thickness of his super endowment sliding deep in and out of her gaping, grateful mouth and throat, often without even touching herself, as the intensity of feeling the thick base of that enormous shaft sent waves of passion through her whole being to the point where she couldn't help but cum, even without any contact to her drenched, gaping softness.

It was obvious from the look of adoration she had for his body that it was not just the meat aspect, but the symbolism, how much it represented desirability and masculinity to be that incomparably hung. What sent me over the edge most was her ability to take the whole ten inches to the hilt, and imagining how great that must have felt for him! Well, I discovered when she left that I must have been identifying with Alex more than I realized, because the night she left us both, it wasn't long before I found myself taking her place. It was on a Friday night. Dick and I had an uneasy sort of alpha malebeta male friendship by the end of the first week he was with us. It was clear by then Alex was never going to touch my length again, and my initial anger and fear and frustration had been transformed into sheer jackoff frenzy by Day Two, watching them or reliving in my mind the last show or anticipating the next one. I must have blasted off loads more than five times a day every day for the entire first week, and at least two or three times a day following that.

I no longer asked her why she would no longer "help me out" but instead just gave in to the obvious fact that a bigger manhood is more exciting, more satisfying, more stimulating, and had one thing that an average sized length didn't: it was IRRESISTABLE.

The whole thing was so hot, I couldnt keep from jerking off in response to it. I found that I enjoyed it even more than having her suck me! I now accepted the superiority of Dicks thingy as an indisputable fact. Anyway, that last night she lived with us, Alex had wandered off at about 4 p.m. and stayed out way too late, failing to show up until 2:30 am, just when Dick and I were about to call the police to check accident reports. This was unheard of because she had become truly addicted to his manhood, literally never being able to go more than a few hours without it. Unlike when it had been just she and I, she called Dick constantly if she had to be out of the house for more than a couple of hours.

He was still on unemployment and I was taking summer break, so we were there together all the time. Alex was only gone for three hours in the early afternoon, when she worked a PT job. Dick, ever the nudist, often stayed in the buff, that awesome organ swinging in the breeze, until shortly before she would return home, when he would put some sweatpants or jeans on, I think mostly so Alex would have something to open or take off, making the unveiling part of the sex act. When she would phone in to him, I knew it was her by the way his eyes glazed over and by the fact that his pecker would rise up in that inimitable "instant hardon" he would get.

I picked up the extension a couple of times, listening to her telling him how she couldn't wait to get home to "have" him again...It didn't surprise me that she was so addicted to his length, though, or that she worshipped him for it so, because it also never ceased to amaze me how surprising it was to see how beautiful his size was or how huge it got. Every time I saw his flaccid length, I was amazed at how big it was and could not take my eyes off of it. But every time I saw it hard, I was even more amazed. You just never get used to the surprise involved.

She would be on the phone asking him, "Are you all hard and big for me? I can't wait to suck you again. I want to suck your big length the second I get home. You deserve it. You have what I want. You have what I need. You have what ALL girls need. I love the way your thingy is so big, how it reaches all the way down my throat. I love what a challenge it is to take every inch down and suck your balls dry. Nobody ever turned me on like you do, Dick..." I was amazed Dick would never jack off from this, though he would grab hold of the base and hang on while she teased him. I know he wanted to save his loads for her, but sometimes her words were so hot, I would have thought he might have blown involuntarily! It was just that Thursday, the night before Alex left, that I found myself wondering what it would be like to actually touch Dicks length, instead of just admiring it from a few feet away. In the past, I had totally blocked any such thoughts. The few times they began entering my mind, I caught myself and diverted the direction of my thinking from them.

I had always been completely happy to let Alex take care of the experience and remain outside of it, just basking in the radiant sexual energy that was half-roasting me as I took in the visual miracle before me. No porn show had ever come close to this. It was that Friday night that Alex came home so late, with another tall, geeky looking dude, this time blonde and with flushed pink cheeks. Alex! Where WERE you!! we both exclaimed. It took her about ten minutes to brusquely brush off our concern and ask us to leave her and her new friend alone. Long story short, she told us he was even bigger than Dick, in fact almost as big as you two put together, and she was going to move in with him. They kissed passionately and said good night, she slept on the couch and got up early to get her things together, and her new friend arrived in the morning with a U-Haul trailer and whisked her away. During the night, Dick slept in his usual place, in Alexs bed next to me. I wanted to say, Now you have an idea how I felt when you moved in, but the conversation went in a much more productive direction, instead. HE offered the sentiment to ME. I didnt mean to hurt your feelings, he began. He moved over next to me and put his arm around me, squeezing my shoulder in a buddy-buddy way. If I had thought you wanted to, I would have invited you to join in with us. But it seemed like you were enjoying watching us. Did you ever want to join in? Was the reason you never did because Alex didnt want you to? His sincerity melted my heart and I reached around and put my hand on his back. I was surprised at how good his body felt, what a difference between looking and feeling. He was warm and had a kind of "cute" feeling because he was skinny, which negated some of the superiority of his length--I had forgotten how I was more muscular than him, and wondered if he liked it. If I had consciously thought about it, I would have soft placeumed he would never find me attractive because his length was so much bigger, and therefore better than mine, how could he find me appealing with that relatively little thing? What would I have to offer him "in return" for what he could give me? Certainly if he was with a male partner, he would want someone hung like him. But then in an instant I wondered if my muscular body would sort of compensate in his mind.

After all, he liked Alex, and she didn't have a big length! I flashed back to the fact that we met at a supposedly gay beach, and got a rush in my balls considering the possibility that maybe he secretly wanted ME, all along, but knew I wasn't ready... The whole thing with Alex seemed too ridiculous for me to be bothered by it again, but I wondered about Dicks feelings. How about you? Are you devastated? Dick looked down at the floor, a kind of blank expression on his face. For a moment, I really thought he was about to cry. A demonic look crept upon his face as he looked back up and gleefully grinned his famous grin. Hell no, he laughed. And we both broke up laughing, hoping Alex would hear. He got up, slammed the bedroom door and locked it, and returned to bed. I was still sitting there, laughing my guts out now. I felt like talking with him more, but he said, Lets just go to bed. When he then pulled off his pants and stood with that massive length and balls hanging a few inches from me, I expected him to flop down onto his bed and go to sleep.

Instead, he began massaging his junk and the already large, familiar basket of goodies grew and swelled and became part-hard. He was closely studying my face, slightly apprehensive but looking like he was awaiting some kind of confirmation on my partsort of a look like he was hoping for some particular response, but I wasnt sure what. I wondered if he was just putting on a show for me, perhaps a grand finale, knowing that I had enjoyed watching his thingy those past three weeksMy mind filled with questions of just what his angle was, I didnt want to soft placeume anything for fear of a very embarrassing outcome. As I looked back down at his now outwardly-straining equipment, now I could no longer doubt that it was Dicks length itself, not just the two of them performing in front of me, that was piquing my testosterone levels, because my own length was becoming rigid in rapid response to the sight of his. At first I sort of hid it, but as his thingy jumped and twitched and he seemed to be pointing it directly toward my lips and subtly swaying his hips forward as if to entice me to take it!, I took hold of my length and squeezed. I was afraid to touch his, but knew I wanted to not only hold it with my other hand but find out what all the sensation was about with my mouth, lips, tongue and throat, as I had seen Alex do so many times, as well. The new perspective of Dicks monumental manhood introduced me to a whole new flood of feelings and ideas about both his erotic gift and his self as a person. I had never seen that exact view, so close up, of the giant, wide, solid looking thick head and gaping, glistening warmth. My amazement at the bulging mass and volume of that smooth, squarish, muscular heada head that was almost half as long as my entire length, and the feeling of him wanting me to have it, were mind boggling. I felt this warm sense of gratitude and a whole new feeling of appreciation for Dick as a generous, giving person who wasnt just seeking gratification or playjobs, but who was happy to share his awesome gift with me. At first my long term homophobic habits made it so hard for me to imagine this was really happening, I resisted admitting how much I wanted. I cant, I told him, I just couldntI mean, I just cant But then as he pressed the length of his long, hot, wonderful length against the side of my face, and then raised it up and rubbed the impressive underside across my lips, nose, forehead I finally finished my sentence with a resigned laugh in my voice, I just cantsay no. My mouth opened and I felt my head lunging forward to suck, suck, suck and he gently shoved the long thick shaft deep into my mouth and he moaned as appreciatively as he had with Alex so many times. Oh, yeah! he shouted, TICKLE MY LENGTH ! At first I wondered if he was just doing it for Alex to hear, but then I realized if that was all he wanted, he would have suggested we pretend we were having noisy sex, not actually played my face. I took hold of the base of his awesome mega-length with my free hand, and, upon experiencing the utter amazement of the contrast between my own circumference in one hand and his bulging, unbelievable girth as I discovered I was unable to completely close the fingers and thumb of my large, male hand around it with the other, combined with the overwhelming fleshy sensation of the giant pole thrusting into and out of my mouth, feeding me with sensation, I felt a shudder of sexual energy that started in the base of my throat and ripped through my chest, my whole torso and down into my thingy, which was harder than I had ever felt it before, and heard a loud, involuntary moan emit from my throat. The feeling in my mouth was like nothing I had ever experienced, and so much more intense than even what my vivid imagination had thought Alex had been experiencing all those times, I felt nothing but pure joy at the discovery. In a way, the sensation reminded me of pigging out because the sensation of having my mouth so filled was so extremely rich.

It was sowell, sensational. I now found out firsthand why Alexs mouth salivated so profusely when she held this monster in her lips, or even as she approached and anticipated sucking it.

I also suddenly found out how she could cum without touching herself just from the extreme thrill of experiencing a length like this. My emotions see sawed all over the place, between still not quite believing I was capable of indulging in a sex act with a male, and not being able to believe he as a male would want to actually do this with me as another male, and thinking about how it felt even better than it looked, and wondering about Dicks emotions and feelings and thoughts about me. I knew I would NEVER have done this with a guy whose manhood was average or small, but that his awesome size gave me permission to want himin fact, made it impossible not to. I thought, every male in the world would become bi if they admitted to themselves how superior a big length like Dicks was, and if they also had the opportunity to service someone like him. My prevailing thought was one of privilegehow lucky I was to be given this chance to experience a length so awesome, and how magnanimous he was to give it to me.

I felt like I had won the sexual lottery. The last thing I cared about or wanted was reciprocation. This is where he bowled me over, literally.

As I sucked away, moaning and swallowing as deeply as I could, gagging several times as I attempted to deep throat him before I was at all ready or knew how, I had almost forgotten about my own length. I had both hands around the base of his, feeling up the massiveness of it the way I had seen Alex do. Without pulling out of my face, he gently maneuvered me to lie back onto the bed and positioned himself over me in a 69 position.

I started to wonder, hmm, how do guys do it? Does the smaller guy let the bigger guy cum first, then jack himself off? With men, I would think the first to cum would be too tired to finish the other one off.

I decided I wanted to let him cum because, after all, he was the alpha male! His length DESERVED to cum first, naturally. I had no need for him to do anything but continue feeding me, it was all I really wanted. But he took my straining manhood into his mouth and easily swallowed the entire length of it as effortlessly as my ex had always done.

Dont make me cum this time, he said to me.

I want to get YOU off. I began to object, but couldnt lift his thingy out of my mouth, I was essentially trapped by it. I hadnt thought about having him cum in my mouth but now that he mentioned it, I really wanted to have the experience. Just the thought of it was so hot, I was losing control. You can suck me off again in the morning, he promised.

Right now just hold me in your mouth and feel me, and tomorrow when youre up again, you can make me blow.

I dont want to cum right now. Trust me and please accept it. As his head came back down onto my thingy I couldnt believe how good he was at sucking me off, and how easy it was going to be to cum with him. He knew exactly what a male needed. Everything about the tempo, the stroke, the amount of pressure, the timing, the responsiveness to my thingy's desires--he knew just how to "push all the right buttons." He gave perfect head. No woman I had ever been with came anywhere close in skill and knowing just what I was feeling, and responding accordingly to make it feel even better. And better, and better. I knew I was very, very close to exploding.

What a prince, I thought. Wow, how sweet, how nice, what a generous, giving, lover, so much kinder than the cruel witch bitch out snoring on the sofa. All the worries I had felt about not being able to give him enjoyment because I was smaller than him were allayed by his reassuring actions. Although I truly wanted to suck him and truly didn't care if he did me, he started off with this demonstration of his empathy and generosity, and I was deeply moved. As my mind shifted from the feeling of the great playjob I was receiving to the feeling of his thickness and the density and mass of his length, motionless in my mouth, he lifted his head and used his hand with equally perfect skill just long enough to say, I want you to let me blow you this first time, because I know that once you start sucking my length every day, you might get too length-crazy to let me reciprocate as often as I would like. The idea that I was going to get to worship the awesome thingy that was now in my mouth on a regular basisthat he was going to give me this incredible giftand the implication that he knew I would want to lay him back and concentrate on his awesome phallus and would let me do it that way was more than I could handle. As his mouth plunged back down onto my craning manhood, with every bit of my attention focused like never before on the power and meaning of that big, beautiful massive shaft that was filling my mouth, I shot.

Dick milked me dry, finishing me off by swallowing every drop and then holding me just the right way for just long enough to have had a perfect orgasm. I fell asleep with his thingy in my mouth, and the next morning he kept his promise to let me blow him. I now understood why he made me wait: he wanted me to build up my desire to the point where I would swallow it all.

He also wanted to build up such a huge load that I would be sure to cum right along with him as I chugged on each colossal spurt. The next three months, he kept his promise to let me suck and worship his awesome length every chance we got.