There it is in all its glory. My roommate's used condom, sitting at the top of his trash can. Its end is tied in a hasty knot, as to stop the massive load of cum inside from leaking. With it being so full, the shape and size of the rubber is made clear. It's much wider than an average penis, and much longer too, certainly much wider and longer than my own. Of course, he may wear it loose and not all the way rolled out, so it may not be an accurate representation of his own cock size.
Devilishly curious, I rummage through his things and quickly find his stash of condoms. Sure enough, they're Magnum XXL, some of the largest condoms you can buy. I grab one, I'm sure he won't miss it.
Inspecting the wrapper, the base ring is quite prominent and visible from outside. It's about 2 inches across, at least twice as wide as my own. I open the package. The slick lubricant coats my fingertips, and the stench of latex and lube overwhelms everything else.
I reach inside and grab the condom. I wonder how big it looks on me. I lay down on my bunk and pull my cock out. I press the condom to my tip and go to roll it down, but there's nothing there to roll on. My dick has no chance of even touching the sides. I roll it down just a bit so it covers my length and let it hang loosely on me. I start stroking myself a bit, feeling how baggy the condom is on me.
I start thinking about how big Jim must be. Are these baggy on him too, and he just uses them to feel like he's bigger? No, he's not that kind of guy, he's not vain like that. Maybe he really does fit in these. Could it be he's just really thick but average length? How long are these anyway?
I hold the base of the condom with one hand and grab the tip with the other, slowly rolling the full length out. I watch as it rolls to twice, then nearly three times as long as my own. If he really fits in one of these, he's fucking huge. A cock that size deserves worship, deserves my worship. If only. Just the thought of worshipping his cock and how much bigger it is than mine almost sends me over the edge, but I stop myself. Another thought has crossed my mind.
I step out of bed for a moment, still holding the condom to my dick. I grab the filled condom from the trash and inspect it. There is a lot of cum in there, maybe 60ml, which is 15 to 20 times the size of one of my loads. That said, this might be more than one load here. But even if it's 5, that's still like 3 or 4 times the size of one of mine. Oh God, what if that's just one load, is that even possible?
Either way, if that's 5 loads or 1, this guy cums an ungodly amount. That cements it. A gigantic cock and incredible virility, I now worship Jim's cock. Even having not seen it, I know his cock is something special, something amazing, soming Godly. I want it. I want to taste his God cum, no matter what. I want to worship his Godly cock and cum.
I lay back down, letting the condom on my dick hang loosely for a moment. The knot on the full one is thankfully loose, so I untie it. Eagerly, I wrap my lips around the base of it and let its contents slide into my mouth. The cold, bitter fluid coats my tongue, then my mouth, then my throat as I swallow the load. It's so much I have to swallow a few times. Desperate for more, I squeeze out the remnants in the condom and eagarly lap it up.
In the mean time, I'm teetering on the edge of orgasm. A few drops of pre have leaked into the loose condom. I give myself just a few strokes and I cum super hard, back arching from pleasure.
After coming back down to earth, heavy breathing subsiding and pleasure fading, I pull off the now soiled, loose condom from my dick. The load I left is absolutely pitiful compared to Jim's. The remnants that I wasn't able to get out of the used condom is clearly more than what I just came. Pathetic. Mine is the condom that belongs in the trash, not my roommate's, not Jim's cum. His belongs in someone, in me.
I discretely dispose of both condoms, wrapped in tissues and placed at the bottom of my own trash can. The taste of Jim's cum lingered in my breath for hours.
I had trouble sleeping that night. I just kept thinking about how huge Jim's cock must be and wondering how much he really cums. What would happen if he found out what I did? What if he found out I want to worship him? What if I just told him? I guess I'll just leave it and keep fantasizing. I came 4 times that night thinking of Jim's cock.
"Hey bro, question for ya." Jim calls to me as I quietly do my homework. He had just come in not a minute before. I don't think we've talked since the incident 2 days ago.
"Yeah, what's up?" I respond, scooting my chair away from my desk to face him.
"Did you.. um.. did you use one of my condoms?"
I turn to stone. As calmly as I can, I try to play it off. "Uh, no, why do you ask?"
"Well, I know I had 10 left in the box but now there's only 9."
"You count your condoms?"
"Yeah, why not? The box only has 12 in it so I've gotta be on my toes, don't want to run out, y'know?" A slightly embarrassed laugh escapes him. "If you did it's not a big deal, I understand if it's an emergency. Just, uh, you know those.. um. The kind I buy aren't cheap."
Now I feel bad, I don't want to lie to him about stealing one, but I also don't want to tell him what I did with it. I force a sigh, "OK, yeah, I did use one. Like you said, it was a bit of an emergency. Look, if those really are expensive I can pay you back, maybe buy you a box to make up for it?"
"Naw, it's fine. I totally get it, I totally get it. Just let me know next time, that's all."
Wow, Jim is so cool. Letting me use his condoms and not even pressing me about it. What a ni-
"Say.. uh... How..."
"Hm? What's up, Jim?"
"How was the... fit? Was it.. big on you?" His hand runs the back of his neck and his eyes are down on the floor, clearly embarrassed by the question. "No, you don't have to answer that, it's none of my bi-"
