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Holding A’s cock was intimidating. The sheer size of it, the fact that I had never done anything like this with a man before, the fact that I had been convinced I was straight up until 10 minutes ago.

I moved my hand back and forth, slightly terrified but slightly aroused by how little area of his shaft I was actually covering.

It was dry. I knew I would need both my hands to manage this dick, but not before getting it lubed up. Still without making eye contact, I slowly gathered up my spit, and dropped it on his cock.

I slid my hand up and down slowly and watched as the friction disappeared. A moaned. “I can’t believe this is even happening” he said, easing the tension I had felt and making me more confident in the experience. I gave his dick another bout of spit and put my two hands to work.

Stacked on top of one another, my hands trembled as they slid up and down that giant dick. I managed to make eye contact with him, “do you want me to suck it?” The words flew out of my mouth faster than I could even think them.

“You can try.” He cockily snapped back at me. I grinned, as if it would be that difficult.

Feeling the head of his penis touch my tongue put butterflies in my stomach. I felt them down to my balls. I was actually doing this. I was actually sucking a huge dick.

I wrapped my mouth around his thick head and tried to slide it down to the start of my hands. I was amazed at how much actually had been left to be put in my mouth. I wasn’t very good at it, and could honestly say I was getting more pleasure out of feeling this throbbing dick in my hands and mouth more than the person actually receiving the head.

I got curious, and removed my hands.

I wanted to see if this cock could fit in my throat.

Spoiler alert: it couldn’t.

After some gagging and some struggling. I looked up at A and saw him borderline laughing at me.

“Is that funny to you?” I asked placing my hands back on him.

“No, nothings funny.” He snapped back.

“That’s what I thought.” I then returned to stroking it with two hands. I began to speed up. He told me how good it felt and how I was doing such a good job. My own dick, still trapped behind my sweatpants was now throbbing, I don’t know if I had ever been this at roused in my life.

A told me he was getting close.

I sped up, as I said “oh yeah?”

“Mmhmm”

I stopped.

Before the words “what makes you think I was gonna let you cum?” could leave my mouth, I felt hot spurts of semen hit my lower lip, running down my chin. I couldn’t believe it. I had rejected A because I was straight, now his cum was dripping down my face. A shame really, as I was eager to swallow.

It certainly wasn’t the last experience we had together ;)

Im usually very private about my sex life, but after watching for so long people posting their confessions and pics I decided I wanted to join in on the fun. I knew I had some good sex stories but the views and the messages I’m getting from both men and women are so addicting. I’ve stroked myself and cum 3 times since last night, and imagine it’ll be 4 very shortly. A mix of the edging and the excitement is making them such thick loads. I absolutely love Reddit.

Feel free to read, always open to chat ;)

My late teens and early 20s were filled with a lot of shorter relationships and one longterm one. I was from a small town, so most of these girls knew eachother, and had heard stories over the years. A lot of the girls that I had dated had known a lot of my friends too, including a girl we’ll call T.

I had never really thought about T in that way. We had been friends for years. She was certainly attractive, 5’0, gym girl, small tits and a fat ass type of build. She had red hair, and I typically went for blondes. Therefore, she had never seemed like someone I’d end up hooking up with.

One night last year at a rather large party, one of my exs was invited. T and my ex weren’t exactly friends but shared a lot of mutuals, so they spent a lot of this night around eachother I would come to find out. I tried to avoid that crowd as I knew my ex didn’t like me, which apparently added fuel to the fire.

As the party started to die down and my ex left. T came up to me and said “that girl fucking hates you.”

I was taken a back because I was trying to respect her space, I wouldn’t have expected that I had given her a reason to make it known that she fucking hated me

I asked T why she thinks that, in which case her response was, “because I had to hear about it for four fucking hours”

I asked T what she said without trying to sound like I care so much, but she looked at me a little blank, like she didn’t want to tell me. I raised my eyebrow as in saying “go on”, when T told me that on top of the whole couch “narcissistic, asshole, etc”, my ex said I’m the only guy who’s ever made her cum before and that it only makes her hate me more.

I tried to play it off, a “well yeah” sort of thing and tried to change the subject to reasons the relationship had ended, I found it awkward. T must not have, because after nodding and listening to me talk for a few minutes, she disregarded everything I had said and asked me “so you really like eating pussy as much as she said?”

I had known that T’s parents were out of town, after all the liquor we had both had, I could feel there was no stopping this. I simply responded “well yes”

T asked me why I liked it so much, in which case I said I loved watching girls get off, and being the reason for it was that much more powerful. She told me she found it surprising, that none of the guys she had been with could relate. “You’ve never gotten head before?” I asked half innocently and have with the intent to have my face between T’s thighs by the end of the night. She shook her head slowly, our eyes locked on eachother, a smirk starting to build across her face.

I told her she was really missing out and that she should really get to experience that.

She ordered our uber.

Getting to her house we were quiet, collected, we poured wine and talked a bit more about past sexual experiences. She cut me off mid story and began to kiss me. We made out as my hands began to wander all over her body, her small waist, her soft ass, the sides of her face. I was hard as a rock. Her moans were driving me crazy.

I had no choice but to pick her up and set her on the couch, kissing her neck, lingering my lips for just a second longer than needed she began to really unravel and even said “oh my fucking god” in the sexiest breathiest voice I’ve ever heard.

I began to give her little pecks down her now bare chest and stomach until I reached just above her leggings. I took them off her and began to kiss her inner thighs. She grabbed the back of my head, playing with my hair, and told me she was throbbing. I had her exactly where I wanted her and I was going to drag this out as long as possible.

I just barely grazed her pussy with my tongue and her entire body jumped, her hips bucking. It was so hot watching her be at my mercy.

I softly planted my tongue on her clit and started applying pressure, she was loving it.

I inserted a finger and began to rub her g-spot, and I could tell it was only a matter of time. She began to grind on my face and my finger as hard as she could.

My late teens and early 20s were filled with a lot of shorter relationships and one longterm one. I was from a small town, so most of these girls knew eachother, and had heard stories over the years. A lot of the girls that I had dated had known a lot of my friends too, including a girl we’ll call T.

I had never really thought about T in that way. We had been friends for years. She was certainly attractive, 5’0, gym girl, small tits and a fat ass type of build. She had red hair, and I typically went for blondes. Therefore, she had never seemed like someone I’d end up hooking up with.

One night last year at a rather large party, one of my exs was invited. T and my ex weren’t exactly friends but shared a lot of mutuals, so they spent a lot of this night around eachother I would come to find out. I tried to avoid that crowd as I knew my ex didn’t like me, which apparently added fuel to the fire.

As the party started to die down and my ex left. T came up to me and said “that girl fucking hates you.”

I was taken a back because I was trying to respect her space, I wouldn’t have expected that I had given her a reason to make it known that she fucking hated me

I asked T why she thinks that, in which case her response was, “because I had to hear about it for four fucking hours”

I asked T what she said without trying to sound like I care so much, but she looked at me a little blank, like she didn’t want to tell me. I raised my eyebrow as in saying “go on”, when T told me that on top of the whole couch “narcissistic, asshole, etc”, my ex said I’m the only guy who’s ever made her cum before and that it only makes her hate me more.

I tried to play it off, a “well yeah” sort of thing and tried to change the subject to reasons the relationship had ended, I found it awkward. T must not have, because after nodding and listening to me talk for a few minutes, she disregarded everything I had said and asked me “so you really like eating pussy as much as she said?”

I had known that T’s parents were out of town, after all the liquor we had both had, I could feel there was no stopping this. I simply responded “well yes”

T asked me why I liked it so much, in which case I said I loved watching girls get off, and being the reason for it was that much more powerful. She told me she found it surprising, that none of the guys she had been with could relate. “You’ve never gotten head before?” I asked half innocently and have with the intent to have my face between T’s thighs by the end of the night. She shook her head slowly, our eyes locked on eachother, a smirk starting to build across her face.

I told her she was really missing out and that she should really get to experience that.

She ordered our uber.

Getting to her house we were quiet, collected, we poured wine and talked a bit more about past sexual experiences. She cut me off mid story and began to kiss me. We made out as my hands began to wander all over her body, her small waist, her soft ass, the sides of her face. I was hard as a rock. Her moans were driving me crazy.

I had no choice but to pick her up and set her on the couch, kissing her neck, lingering my lips for just a second longer than needed she began to really unravel and even said “oh my fucking god” in the sexiest breathiest voice I’ve ever heard.

I began to give her little pecks down her now bare chest and stomach until I reached just above her leggings. I took them off her and began to kiss her inner thighs. She grabbed the back of my head, playing with my hair, and told me she was throbbing. I had her exactly where I wanted her and I was going to drag this out as long as possible.

I just barely grazed her pussy with my tongue and her entire body jumped, her hips bucking. It was so hot watching her be at my mercy.

I softly planted my tongue on her clit and started applying pressure, she was loving it.

I inserted a finger and began to rub her g-spot, and I could tell it was only a matter of time. She began to grind on my face and my finger as hard as she could.

The story starts 4 years ago when I was 20 and had joined a new friend group from college. A few of the friends had known each-other since highschool. Three of them straight and one of them, we’ll call him A, was openly gay.

I got along with all of them, it was nice to have a new friend group to get over my recent break up, and to enjoy my junior year of college. We did the normal college friend group activities, go out to bars, talk movies and tv, share thoughts on assignments.

Me and A seemed to get close really fast, I assumed it was obvious that I was straight and didn’t think anything of it. Within a few months A had confessed he had grown to have feelings for me. I explained that I was straight and that although I was flattered I was not interested. Our group remained in tact but the bond between me and A definitely shifted.

After graduating, I moved into a new place in a new city, and wanted to invite the group to come stay for a weekend as a sort of house warming party. A kindly declined and said he had a family get together he couldn’t miss.

With the group at the new apartment and people getting a little more drunk than they should have, the friends who knew each-other from highschool were sharing stories, mostly stupid stuff, but one that really caught my attention.

They recalled a time in their groupchat where they were jokingly going back and forth on who had the biggest dick, outrageous claims like “13 inches” or “mine reaches my knee”

They said A left the group speechless when he took a photo of his penis next to a ruler and sent it directly to the groupchat with no warning.

9 inches.

I couldn’t help but wonder.

Could that be true? 9 whole inches?

I found myself imagining what it would look like. Wondering if I had passed up on experiencing such a rare and intriguing sight. As straight as I was, it was hard to wrap my head around the fact that I- had access to it? At the same time, it could just be guys taking advantage of A’s absence to create some entertainment. It might not be true at all.

But I couldn’t shake it.

I needed to know for sure. Not because I wanted to do anything with A, not because I liked dick, just because, could that really be true?

I decided to reach out to A, once again offering him to come see the new apartment, the following weekend. It was only fair because everyone else had been able to attend the weekend before, and I wanted my friend to see the new place. He said that next weekend would be perfect.

Before his arrival I found myself putting on grey sweatpants, we had agreed that we would just be staying in and catching up, no need to dress up if we weren’t going out anywhere. I had decided no underwear, because, why should I have to wear underwear in my own home? I am a grower, usually my print doesn’t show unless you’re looking, if A wanted to look, that was on him.

After A’s arrival, some light conversation and some drinks, he wanted to hear more about the weekend before and how it was having everyone over. I told him he had actually got brought up in conversation, and relayed the story that was broadcasted the previous weekend.

I could feel myself start to get hard as I told it. A began to subtly blush as the words “nine inches” left my mouth. I think that reaction was more than enough to confirm it. A’s cock was nine inches long. A’s eyes were now glued to the forming print underneath my sweatpants and said “it looks like someone wants to see it.”

My heart started to beat faster, the tension in the room was undeniable. The comparison of that night, and two years before, was insane. I had rejected him before. Now I wanted him to take out his giant cock and make me suck it.

“And what if I do?” I replied, my voice slightly croaked as the words left my mouth, I couldn’t believe I had even said it.

“You know where to find it.”

His words felt intoxicating. He could tell I was going to do exactly what he had wanted. Smug and soft spoken, yet so dominant. I had been so used to being the dominant one with girls in the past, but now, with A, I felt so powerless.

With my hard dick poking through my sweatpants, I climbed up off the couch, set my drink down on the coffee table, and got on my knees directly in front of A’s crotch.

I felt like I was on autopilot, unable to think, unable to speak, unable to do anything but undo his belt buckle. I refused to look up, but I could feel his grin and eager eyes both burning through me. I unbuttoned his jeans, and began to pull.

A lifted his hips while pushing his back into the couch cushion, his pants sliding off slowly as I pulled both his jeans and underwear in one motion. As his cock sprang out, I couldn’t help myself but let out a “fuck.”

Hard as a rock. Longer than my face. Heavy. Warm. Pulsing. I was holding a cock.