[M4A] The alien, visceral feeling of double-fisting one man's truly monstrous cock.
On your knees, staring down the barrel of something that shouldn't even be possible. My one-eyed-monster's reminiscent of those low-res GIFs that come up in the search results for "12 inch cock" on Google, only brutally real. And you're pretty sure even if you had a ruler on hand, it wouldn't measure up.
The first thing that you notice? How utterly pissed-off it looks. You've seen vascular dicks before, but this is something different. From the fat cap of foreskin you know you're gonna have to wrestle to dig your tongue under one day, to the taut flesh sprawling with an intimidating webbing of veins, it doesn't even look right. Getting your head around it even being human presents a different obstacle; telling yourself it isn't a bodybuilder's arm, let alone an animal's member. The sheer size of it should hang under its weight, but it almost refuses to, standing perfectly erect, swollen, newely purple. Does it always get that hard? Or is that your doing?
Then it's the feel of it in your hands. And it is your hands, plural. Anything else would be like trying to cradle a sacred artifact with a loose, haphazard grip. If you don't support it with the combined grip of all ten fingers, you might disappoint it. Or it might slip, and the weight of it falling on your face would send you off the deep end. Or just mildly bludgeon you. But for all your care, there's just no angle that makes my beefy cock feel anything close to wieldy. At best, making a ring with your hands lets you encircle it. But there's a reason why you're giving me a handjob, and not blowing me. It's too thick. Your mouth won't fit around it comfortably, and there's utterly zero change it makes it past your throat. There's no conquering this masculine godhood. Only pleasuring it through what few ways you can manage. And knowing, the entire time, that it deserves better than you can give.
With one stroke, you're struck with shock at how much the outer skin slides. But you're grateful. It's a healthy, lengthy contact, and reminds you of doing this on a regular man. A deep, guttural groan answers your pillowy touch, and all at once, a deep sense of gratitude fills your soul. No matter how much staring at this appendage scares you, no matter what it eventually does to you when I decide I want more than getting jerked off, you know there's no alternative to making it burst. You need to know just how much it produces. What it would feel like to have your face completely glazed in it. What it would change in your psyche.
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