For years I'd heard the same rumour, ever since I can remember, the local girls would chatter excitedly about it all the time, the guys who knew, from seeing it after University football practice had all confirmed it, my friend James has a very big penis.
I don't like football and I don't care much for most girls, so all I had were second hand accounts and my own warped fantasies, where the object I craved to see was much bigger than was humanly possible.
Up to this time my sexual orientation was still undecided, I had had a few of brief encounters only, and these only from around my 19th birthday. A girl I knew used to let me touch her intimately but she wouldn't let me go all the way and she was not touching me for all the gold in the world, so that didn't last. Another had masturbated me to a very messy climax as I came, spraying semen all over her bedroom. She didn't want to know me after that.
I had another friend, around that time, a guy who used to like to jerk off together with me while watching porn, his theory was as long as we didn't touch it wasn't gay for him, it was alright to play with ourselves from a safe distance for that to be the case and when it was over I'd leave and we'd say no more until the next time.
Yet again I spoiled that scene when, during another porn session at his apartment, we were watching a scene where a girl was sucking two huge cocks, one at a time and then rubbing their cock heads together for a bit, then sucking again until they both came liberally, all over each other's penises and her face too.
I was really turned on by this film, secretly envying the girl and wishing I was in her place and had two monster penises like that to play with. He seemed to enjoy watching this too and I watched fascinated as he began to come too, lying back on his bed, his eyes now tight, normally at this point I'd come too in my chair while I watched him ejaculating, but this time I just couldn't hold myself back anymore at the sight of his lovely stuff squirting from the end of his cock and, feeling that familiar tingle in my loins and taking inspiration from the movie, I stepped quickly and quietly across the imaginary divide and began rubbing my rock hard penis against his as he was pumping out the last few drops that ran down his shaft.
I had an incredible orgasm shooting hot strings of spunk all up his body and as far as his face. I think some even flew into his mouth as he drew in gulps of air after his own efforts. He shouted at me that I was a queer, to get out and never come back.
Anyway James and I were both in our first summer break of university, 2 months plus and nothing planned. My parents had offered me the use of their cabin for a week, up in the hills about 20 miles away and I could take a friend, my mother's face forming a strange faraway, smile I'd never seen before now, when I said I'd ask James if he'd like to go. Had she heard the rumour, or heaven forbid had she gone Mrs Robinson on him? Who knew?
We'd arrived, a few days later, laden with supplies, mostly beer and pizza, unpacked like guys do, which basically meant opening a suitcase and taking whatever was needed from it. The cabin itself was a 3 room affair, a main room with basic cooking facilities and a sink, then two bedrooms either side of the central wall. There was a shower/toilet block about 400 yards away which served the other 3 cabins in the clearing which was surrounded by the big forest of oak trees.
There was another clearing, accessed by a path through the trees where a beautiful lake was situated. We had made a beeline for this lake almost as soon as we'd got the travel dust out of our hair. I hadn't mentioned it yet and was on the verge of saying how we could skinny dip, as the lake came into view only for my hopes to be cruelly dashed by the presence of a couple of thirty somethings, no doubt from another cabin near to ours, who were having a picnic by the lake.
James called out hello to them and they waved back, I could see the way he looked at the blonde lady who was wearing a bikini that was fairly revealing and showed how well she looked after herself, as she had a very trim looking figure. Her partner was clad in loose fitting Bermudas as, disappointingly so were we, which the loose fitting cloth denied me still, the possible truth of how big my buddy's endowment actually was.
We waded out into the water and swam for a bit and you know how these things go when your luck is out, as we began to wade back to shore, as James said he was tired and wanted a beer, they too had decided to leave ahead of us and my chance to suggest how swimming in the nude might be a fun thing to do was again cruelly taken by fate.
Near to our cabin about 20 yards away, was a tree much bigger than the rest and we'd taking to using it as a urinal as it offered cover from the other cabins and was considerably nearer than the block. There were some tall bushes not far from the tree and I'd found myself hidden there after telling James on the first night I wanted to go for a walk by myself.
We'd been drinking beers most of the afternoon and the tree had seen a lot of use as we visited it to relieve ourselves on many occasions. I knew that if I hid in the right spot that I might finally catch a glimpse of his legendary manhood. Sure enough he had come along for a piss and walked around the tree, he peeped around to see if anyone could see, then turning, he almost looked right at me through the bush before unzipping his jeans.
This was it I thought! But no, again I was left with nothing to see as he turned to face the tree and after emptying his bladder he zipped up and walked back to the cabin to his room for a nap.
Now 24 hours later supposedly out tramping the forest again, I was once more hidden in the bushes but I'd angled myself to get a much better view, if he adopted the same position to pee away some of the large amount of beer we'd drank again for most of the evening. It was getting dark soon and I'd all but given up hope, when I heard him stumbling through the undergrowth toward the tree. He'd obviously drunk some more since I left and he looked half drunk.
This time he didn't bother to check and undid his trousers ready to pull out his cock, I still couldn't see it, just tantalisingly out of my sight, if only he'd turn a little. I couldn't bear it and started to creep around to try to see what I could see and then I stepped onto the little twig that finally changed my luck. I froze as he looked around to see what had made him start so, as he quickly pulled up his zip again.
