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— Originally published in Inches magazine - October, 2000 —
Classified Ad for Cock Addict Gets Results
Knowing it is hell finding able bottoms, I decided to put it to the test. I completed the ad and mailed it quickly, before I lost my nerve. It appeared a week later in the local gay personals.
It didn't take long before the fast call came in.
"Hi, you placed an ad?"
"Yeah," I responded.
"For guys with really big cocks?"
"Yeah."
"I have a big cock."
"Good for you, Man. I have a real thick one myself."
"You do? Serious?"
"Yeah. Serious."
"Why do you like big guys?"
"Because I like satisfying them in a way most guys can't," I thought to myself, 'What is this? 20 Questions?"
"OK. So you get a good response from your ad?" he continued.
"It's only been in there a day and you're the first caller. Now, could you get to the fuckin' point, bro."
"Sorry, Man!" came the frightened response, "didn't mean to piss ya' off."
"No prob. Were you wantin' to meet me or something?"
"Ah, Yeah. I'm just real nervous, that's all."
"Nothing to be nervous about," I assured him.
In the end, I went to meet the guy. He was 35, bi, closeted and "desperate," to use his word. When I arrived, he quietly welcomed me and closed the door and bolted it. He turned towards me. He looked like an average guy in average shape, though it was difficult to tell much from the loose-fitting clothes he was wearing. He had dark hair and a clean shaven, handsome face. There was an awkward silence, and I decided to break the ice.
"Thanks for having me over, Man."
"Sure," he replied and paused awkwardly. "I'm not good at this," he continued. "Never done it before but your ad had me too curious, so after three tries, I finally got the nerve to let the call go through."
"Hey, Man. There's nothing to be nervous about. I'm here for you, remember?"
"Yeah."
That awkward pause again. Clearly, he didn't know how to make the next move so I made it for him. I took my shirt off and let him get a good look at my smooth chest and solid pecs and arms. That seemed to break the ice for him, and I stood there, the tops of my boxers visible above the waistline of my jeans.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked .
"Sure, I'm sure, Man. Why? You afraid?"
"Kinda nervous, just don't want to be disappointed."
"You won't be, Man. I promise." I walked over to him and placed one of his hands on my smooth pecs and the other on my crotch. He let out a satisfied sigh. I began to unbutton his shirt while he felt my muscles and massaged my crotch and ass. Then I looked up, put my hand behind his head, pulled him towards me, and shoved my tongue deep into his mouth. He was starting to loosen up and get into it as I continued to get his shirt off.
He had a nice body, not as gym-built as mine, but in decent shape and a nice sprinkling of hair. He dropped the shirt off his hands and pulled me to him, kissing me hard and feeling my body. It was then that I felt something big in his pants pressed up against me. I couldn't wait.
Neither could he, apparently. He shoved me backward onto the overstuffed couch and began to lick my chest. He discovered my pits were hairless and went nuts licking them. They smelled of my scent, he told me. He got down to my abs and my little treasure trail of hair and undid my pants and fly. He reached in and started massaging my own thick boner.
Finally, I stopped him and said, "Aren't I supposed to be doing this to you?"
"Don't worry, Man. I'm just makin' sure you're primed."
He tilted me back and pulled my pants off and then undid and dropped his own. Then, I saw what I was being primed for: a cock way bigger than I expected, or at least hoped for. |
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"Fuck, Man! How huge are you?"
"Nine inches by seven-and-a-half inches thick and never able to fuck anyone, guys or girls. I'm too thick for them. You think you can take me?"
I didn't tel1 him my favorite dildo was ten inches by eight inches! "Yeah, Man. And I'm ready whenever you are."
He lifted my legs and started licking my thighs. "I love smooth guys," he mumbled. All I could think about was his huge cock and how great it was gonna feel — if I could ever get it into me. Now he was sucking my cock. "You're real thick, too," he observed, "must not get a lot of takers, either."
"No, but then I'm usually takin' other guys, so it's not a problem." I made a reach for his meat.
He went back down on my cock, and I squirmed around off the couch and onto the floor with him so I could put my face between his thighs. I tasted the head of his cock, which was dripping like a faucet. I went down on him a little at a time and then closed my eyes and sucked hard to see how much I could swallow. The smooth shaft disappeared most of the way into my mouth. I did it a couple more times, and he stopped sucking me and just moaned "Oh, fuck." I could tell the way he was responding to my mouth that he'd cum pretty quick so I went at him furiously. He tried to stop me, but it was too late. In a minute or more, he was unloading a huge load in my mouth. It leaked out the sides and ran down my chin.
"You haven't gotten it in awhile, have you?" I asked.
"No, but I wish you hadn't done that. I wanted to fuck you."
"Don't worry, Man. I'll get you hard again quick enough, and then, you'll be able to fuck me longer 'cause you won't cum as quickly."
I went back to work on his huge tool, which didn't seem to lose much size. He fingered my hole, and was able to shove a couple right in. I bucked my hips in anticipation.
Five minutes later, I had him hard again. He stopped playing with my smooth hole and retreated to the bathroom. He returned a moment later with an extra large condom and lube. His giant boner, looking like an extra long beer can, bounced in front of him. He rolled the condom on and lubed it real good. I lubed my hole up real well, and he lay down on his back. "Sit on me so you can take me at your speed if you can take me all the way."
I squatted over his thick missile and felt the top kiss my hungry hole. I sat down some and my ass opened the way your mouth does at the dentist when he says, "Say 'ahh, and keep it open wide."
I sighed, "Ahhh," and kept it there and kept on taking it.
"You OK?" he asked as more slid into me.
"I will be in a few more inches."
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, I felt his bush brush against my nuts, and I had his thick phone pole all the way in me.
"Wow! I've never seen that before."
"Just wait, Dude. We're just getting started." With his cock still in me, I sat him up and then leaned back. I pulled my legs out from under me and wrapped them around his back as he bent over me.
"Let me know if I hurt you," he whispered.
"Fuck me," I said dreamily.
He started out slow. It felt as though a giant log were being pulled out of me and then stuffed back in.
"Come on, Man. You can fuck me harder than that."
"I just don't wanna hurt you."
"Bro, you won't. And in the unlikely event that you do, you'll know, trust me. Now, fuck me like it's just your finger in me."
I pulled him down and kissed him and he began to pump me a little faster.
"Yeah, that's it, Man. That's it. " The giant piston was pumping now, and he had finally relaxed to the idea he would get what he wanted. His thrusts became faster but I held him off.
"Don't rush, Man. I don't want you cummin' too soon."
He kept his pace steady. Nearly all the way out and then firmly all the way in me. My ass clenched his giant rod, and I stroked it lovingly with my muscles. I pulled him close to me and kissed him hard. For nearly 20 minutes, that was all we did. Kiss and plow, plow and kiss. My own seven inch by seven inch cock was rock-hard and it was leaking juice all over me.
"Man, I gotta cum," he panted, "I can't hold back much more."
"Go for it, Man. Cut loose and get as rough as you want."
He didn't have to be told twice this time, and he began slamming me hard and deep. I could feel my head hitting the sofa's arm with each hard thrust of his horsedick.
I began to stroke my own meat. My ass began to tighten and loosen more quickly.
"Fuck, Man, I'm cummin'!'' he screamed and thrust one last, hard, deep time into me. That did it for me and I felt a wave of pure pleasure pass through me as my own cock doused me and the sofa with thick ropes of cum.
"Damn! You cum as much as I do," he said as he bent forward and kissed me, his cock still sheathed in my love tunnel.
"Yeah," I grinned and kissed him back. For awhile, we just lay there kissing in the afterglow until his now-softened cock slipped out of me.
"Thanks," he said.
"For what, Man?"
"You dunno how badly I needed that."
"Yeah, I do. As badly as I needed it."
I began to dress, lube still leaking out of my used hole. "If you ever need it again, Man... and I really hope you do... you have my number and you can always come to my place if you need to."
'Thanks," he said smiling as he opened the door for me.
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I went home and crashed, exhausted from the lengthy plowing I'd just bad. The phone woke me up. Another caller about the ad.
"Hi, you placed an ad?"
"Yeah," I responded, still groggy.
"For guys with really big cocks?"
"Yeah."
"I have a big cock."
Gee, I thought to myself, this conversation sounds real familiar. And here, I thought only porn films reused dialogue! I sighed knowing what the next line would be.
"Good for you, man," I shot back, "I have a real thick one myself."
"Even better."
"OK. So, you get good responses from your ad?"
"So far. It's only been in there a day and you're caller #2."
''You meet the first guy that called?"
"Yeah, and he fucked me senseless. Were you interested in the encore?"
"Yeah, 'specially if you can actually live up to your claims."
"What's your stats?"
"I'm eighteen, about six feet, smooth body, monster cock. Lookin' for someone who isn't afraid to take it."
'Then, you've called the right guy."
After a little more conversation, I gave him directions to my place and got cleaned up while I waited. I really expected him to chicken out and not show.
Finally, there was a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole and... Wow! He was a knockout. Now, I hoped he would want to do me.
I opened the door. He smiled. Perfect smile. His smooth arms were strong and defined, and his loose-fitting basketball shorts gave no hint of how big or small he truly was. Hell, he was only 18. How many big cocks could he have possibly seen to know how large or small he really is?
I was just in my jeans, no shirt and no boxers. He smiled again and shook my hand.
"I'm Brent," he said.
"I'm melting... I mean I'm Ted," I stammered. I recovered myself while he smiled again. "Glad you made it."
"Me, too," he responded. And without warning, he grabbed me, kissed me hard and got his shoes off with his feet. I melted some more. Apparently, he wasn't a shy person.
"Dude, I'm fuckin' horny and really want a piece of your ass."
I wasn't going to stop him.
He was already totally undressed and had undone my jeans, which fell around my ankles. My own thick boner was exposed, and I got a glimpse downward at what hung between his thighs. I was in heaven. It was a long horsecock. A good eleven inches, I estimated, though not as thick as the last guy. He reached around and massaged my ass with his hands while I groped for his monster prick.
''You want that in you?" he queried.
He explored my ass with his fingers, discovering my hole still loose from the day's festivities. "You're already ready for me, ain't ya?"
"Oh yeah, Man. More than."
He turned me around. "Bend over and grab your ankles," he barked.
I did as he ordered. Suddenly, I felt his face against me, and he began to eat my baby-smooth ass. He got way in me and I squirmed for more. After awhile, he stopped. "Now, you're ready, Man. Get me ready."
Obediently, I sheathed his tool in an extra large condom and lubed his long tool and my ass real good.
"Get down on all fours. I want to mount you like a stallion."
Now he was talking my language! |
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I was down on all fours.
"You ready for my cock, Man?"
"Very."
"OK, 'cause I'm ready to drill you good."
"Drill me, Bro."
"Call me 'Sir.' That's what the guys in my JROTC call me."
"Drill me, Sir!"
"That's better." And with that, he pushed his head against my hole, and in one long thrust, he was all the way in me. My ass spasmed at the hard entry, but relaxed quick enough. Good thing I'd already gotten it today, or it would have been rough.
"You like my horsecock way in you, Soldier?"
"Yes, Sir."
He began to pump my ass. It seemed an eternity for his cock to come all the way out before he thrust it back in me. And he did it hard and swift. Then, he started taking it all the way out and plunging it back in.
"Like that?" he asked sternly.
I could only grunt a satisfied "Sir."
I could feel his nuts, which were also large, banging against my ass with each thrust and I could feel my own cock strain with pleasure each time he bore into me and massaged my prostate.
"No no!" he commanded. ''You can't touch your cock."
He reached under me and gave my cock a few strokes, and it jumped happily along with my own low-hangers. "That's all the strokin' you get. I'll cum when you do."
This was gonna be torture, but the best kind. He would drill me until I shot by myself, and I had no idea how long that would take. It was actually something I'd never done before. He continued to pump my ass, burying his giant tool deep in my belly over and over. I began to zone-out from the ecstasy, and not being able to touch my throbbing meat made my nuts ache for release. I could feel my ass muscles contracting and relaxing and the speed was becoming greater.
He bad been drilling my tunnel for nearly 45 minutes and I was on the verge of collapse. My entire body began to really relax. I wanted to stroke my cock but he stopped me again and slapped my ass between thrusts.
"You're almost there, Man, I can feel it the way you're grippin' my horsedick each time I shove into you." Five more minutes went by, and I was down on my elbows feeling like I was going to pass out. Suddenly, a familiar wave swept over me, but far more intense than I had felt before. I felt a surge of pleasure erupt from my nuts and prostate and outward until it engulfed my entire body.
"Fuck yeah, Man!" he shouted, "You did it!" And as I felt my own cock uncontrollably begin to squirt shot after huge shot of pleasure juice, he let out a cry, slammed hard into me, and held it there, unleashing his own giant load.
I passed out.
When I awoke, he was sitting there. "About time. Just wanted to make sure you were OK."
I tentatively touched my aching hole, still open and covered in lube.
"You were a hot fuck, Man," he said. "I gotta go now that I know you're OK, but when I'm horny again and I can get out of the house, I'll be callin' you. I've only met two other guys who survived me doing them, and they said they won't let me fuck them ever again. Will you?"
I smiled "Oh, yeah. Anytime you want."
He left and I passed back into sleep.
He became a regular fuck bud. Though he wasn't as thick as the first guy I'd met, he was real long, and he knew what I meant when I said, "I like my sex to be with a guy who knows what man-to-man is all about: power, strength, ecstasy." And that's what I got every time. I got better at unloading without touching myself. Once while I was unloading, he surprised me by pulling out and shoving his cock in my mouth and letting the warm cream of his pleasure slide down my throat.
The first guy called me only one other time, but fortunately, I didn't have time to be disappointed. More calls were coming in everyday....
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