It was a rainy Thursday evening, and I was sprawled out on the couch watching Netflix when I received three texts in quick succession from an unknown number:
"Hey Ryan
It's Tyler
What's up?"
Tyler? I searched my memory in vain for a few seconds until another message appeared: "We met at Melissa's party last weekend."
I remembered now. Short blond hair, stubble, muscular build. Cute, honestly. He was a friend of a friend, and we'd played a game of beer pong together and chatted for a while about classes and music and baseball afterwards. I texted back. "Hey man, what's going on?"
"You know Joey, right?"
"You could say that. Why?"
"Well I know this is pretty weird but honestly, I overheard him talking about how your dick and I kind of wanted to know if it was true."
"Haha, what did he say?"
"Umm, he said you were huge, lol."
Since we don't know each other, I'll skip the false modesty and say that I do have a big dick, and honestly I've always been proud of it. It's about eight and a half inches long and six around, and hearing bottoms squeal about how full it makes them when it goes deep and hits the right spots is just about my favorite thing in the world.
I supposed I wasn't shocked that Joey had been talking about it; he was a twink-ish guy I'd hooked up with a few weeks ago, and in retrospect he seemed like the sort to go around gossiping about his sex life. Not all gay men are size queens, but Joey certainly was; he'd gazed up at me with wide-open eyes, gasping "you'resobigyou'resobig" as I slid my big cock into his tight bubble butt, and that was before I'd fucked him into a gasping, quivering mess until he shot a huge load all over his chest.
I adjusted my package in my sweatpants. I was getting hard thinking about this. And then I thought, well, why not let my admirer see? I was surprised by the turn the conversation had taken - Tyler had never even pinged my gaydar when I met him - but he was hot, so what the hell?
I hauled out my fat semi-hard cock, snapped a picture, and sent it to him with a message: "Idk about that man, what do you think?"
"Fuck dude, that's amazing. How big is it hard??"
That message got me pretty close to fully hard, but rather than sending a picture I decided to just reel him in. "Why don't you come over and find out?"
It was a few minutes before he responded to that and I wondered what was going on in his head. I had wandered into the kitchen to make a snack by the time he finally answered. "Ok, but you can't tell anyone about this, alright?"
Did that mean he was closeted? It seemed to me that the time for discretion was probably before sending random text messages asking for dick pics rather than after, but sure, whatever. I reassured him that it was fine and I was the soul of discretion, and gave him my address. It turned out that he lived only a ten minute walk from me so it wasn't long before there was a knock on my door.
He was even cuter than I remembered, honestly; he had a preppy polo on that flattered his broad shoulders and a bashful nervous smile. "Hey Tyler, come on in," I said. "How's it going? You want a beer?"
It turned out that he'd already had a few drinks, which didn't surprise me, but we decided to have one more together. I grabbed a couple of PBRs and we sat down on the couch. I can't even remember what we talked about for 10 or 15 minutes, but he'd obviously been nervous when he came in, and chatting like we were just buddies seemed to put him at ease. Finally, as I was reaching the end of my beer, I decided he was waiting for me to take charge and figured I'd go for it.
"So, when are you gonna ask to see it?" I said.
He gulped visibly and his eyes flickered down to my crotch and back up as he laughed nervously. "Honestly I don't know what got into me, man. I just, I overheard Joey talking to his friend about you and for some reason I just kept thinking about it, and then I was out and I got drunk, and, god." He covered his eyes with his hand. "I still can't believe I just texted you like that."
"Hey, I didn't mind. I mean, I thought you were cute anyway."
"Well, thanks. But I, I mean, I'm not gay. Bi, I guess, probably. But I also just kinda have a thing for... yeah."
"A thing for what?" I said, giving him an innocent grin. I wanted to see if he'd say it.
He laughed. "Fine. A thing for big dicks."
"So are you gonna ask?"
"Can I see it?"
"See what?" I asked. My smirk was probably jumping off my face at that point.
He gave another nervous laugh, turning cherry red. It was adorable and made me want to see how far I could push him. He got the words out despite a slight stammer: "C-can I see your big dick?"
I stood up and walked over in front of him, putting my crotch level with his face. I took his hand, pressed it against my bulge for a moment, and slid it into my sweatpants. I wasn't wearing underwear, so he had easy access. "You just gotta pull it out."
His big hand cupped my cock and balls as he pulled them out of my sweatpants and underwear. My fat package was still mostly soft, but feeling his fingers tremble and wiggle as he held it was making it quickly plump up. "It's soft and it's still bigger than mine hard," he said quietly, almost to himself.
"Why don't you play with it and get it hard?" I suggested.
He nodded, continuing to stare at it as if transfixed. The unabashed awe in this stud's eyes as he gazed at my cock was just about the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and I got hard quickly as his fingers continued to tease it. My cock expanded past the hand he'd been holding it in and continued to grow towards him as I got hard until the tip was just a few inches from his face.
I wiggled my hips just a little to make all eight and a half inches swing back and forth in his face. "What do you think?"
