The Size Adademy 2 [fan fiction]

Mark was still blindfolded, so Chloe and I gently led him to the bed and helped him lie down. Junior was all the while slicing great swathes through the air and making it difficult to manoeuvre Mark, but we managed it. He lay back and heaved a sigh of relief, and Junior slapped down onto his chest, which must have hurt, though Mark didn’t complain. He was probably well used to it.

We surveyed the results of our handiwork—and had to keep checking that what we were seeing was real—the distance between the base of his gigantic scrotum now settling way down on the bed below his crotch and the other end of the giant curve of his penis way up on his chest seemed too ridiculous to be real. We both kept moving our heads from left to right and back again to take it all in. You couldn’t see it all at once without needing to swivel your head.

By unspoken agreement we would repeat the journey we had made just a few minutes ago, loving him up from base to tip, centimetre by centimetre. But this journey would take so much longer because the distance was so very much greater. I was obsessed with dicks enough to be well aware of the difference between ‘growers’ and ‘showers’. A ‘shower’ would be a man whose soft dick gave strong hints of the size his erection would attain, whereas the small flaccid penis of a ‘grower’ could conceal a delightful surprise. Mark would surely have to be a ‘shower’ in that his enormous elephant trunk of a soft penis left no room for doubt that this was an extraordinarily well-endowed man.

But in reality he was a ‘grower’; and every time I saw him develop an erection I would be astounded again at the transformation—even that huge swaying elephant’s trunk gave insufficient warning of the degree of his incredible expansion to his truly terrifying maximum.

No more delay. We set to work, and began with his magnificent balls. When he felt us reach for them Mark considerately spread his heavy thighs as far apart as he could, then raised them and rested his calves on our respective shoulders, so we could lean in unobstructed. He was learning fast!

Not many women find a man’s ball sac in the smallest bit attractive. They will be grateful that it’s there, especially because it is the seat of their man’s maleness and strength, as well as the source of his fertility. But a wrinkly, hairy sack with a couple of walnuts in doesn’t do much for his appearance. Mark was an exception. It was amazing now I saw it at close quarters for the first time. His powerful natural scent rose from it, musky, wholesome, and thoroughly male. I wanted to stick my head in there and stay there for hours, breathing him in.

It was outstandingly large, but big as it was, it was filled to capacity with his two enormous testes. You could see them stretch the skin which was forced to mould round them in smooth gentle curves. It was an immensely powerful sight.

We exchanged glances and plunged right in, taking one ball each. I nuzzled ‘mine’, I licked its broad surface, I kissed it all over, I fondled it with both hands, jostling it and feeling its sheer bulk and weight. I snuggled my hands underneath it, and was amazed to find I couldn’t feel his groin, or an end to its curve, by the time my wrists were already underneath its forward edge. It was simply incredible. No wonder he was such a man, this was the explanation. Or to be more accurate, it was half of the explanation.

I looked over to Chloe, who was concentrating her total adoring attention on the other half of the explanation. She was kissing ‘her’ enormous testis as if she might never see it again. She hadn’t lost her competitive streak.

She raised her head. ‘Tell me, Mark; is mine bigger than hers? ‘, and went back to her work before he could answer. ‘If that’s you on the left, yes, last time the medics measured me up they told me that it’s bigger by half an inch or so.’

Chloe looked at me in triumph. And chalked up a point in our sisterly rivalry. I smiled ruefully and I looked back at ‘my’ massive ball. If ‘hers’ was bigger, that was surely saying something.

Boy, the image of him taking his unique genitals for regular check-ups was a fascinating one. And if they measured him at these check-ups was this because he was still growing? I had to know. ‘Are they still getting bigger, Mark?’ I could sense the embarrassment in his reply, ‘I sure hope not, but I think they must be. My jocks have been feeling extra tight down there recently—I thought it was because they shrunk in the wash, but the new ones I just ordered seem tight too, so it can’t be that.’ I didn’t feel secure enough to ask him whether Junior was still growing as well; I’d hold that back till I knew him better.

He was a bit uncomfortable speaking about such personal things, I could tell, and he shifted about a bit on the bed. When he did that the whole mass of his scrotum began to shake and jiggle. I felt myself getting wet with desire at the sight of this man’s superabundant maleness.

We withdrew our faces and hands from that unbelievable sight, but I made a private promise that I would be back as soon as I could. He lowered his legs, causing another scrotal mini-earthquake! And we moved in to begin our long journey up his tremendous shaft.

One of the most special places on a man’s body is—in my opinion—the place where the underside of his penis shaft thrusts out from between his balls. I love to nuzzle into that secret place and feel the deep root of his masculinity.

I looked closely at where the deep cleft between those huge balls of Mark’s met the very root of his great penis. I promised myself that when I got him totally to myself that was where I’d begin my exploration of him. But now I looked at the root itself, just where it disappeared into his body. It was colossally thick; unreasonably, mindlessly oversized. The excessive girth here was at its most extreme—no woman could begin to accept such a penis into her body—I found I couldn’t think of fucking him without flinching when I looked at this part of him.

The extreme girth was augmented still further by the calibre of his cum tube—the urethra at this point and for inches above it was so thick that it completely dominated the powerful arch of the underside of this mighty penis. It ran up at least seven or eight inches by my estimate, by which point it had diminished in girth somewhat. Above that his urethra was covered by the twin corpus cavernosa flanking it on either side. But for those seven or eight inches its bulge projected way out from the rest of his girth, adding still more to its heft. These last seven or eight inches would be a cruel test for any woman brave or foolish enough to allow him in that far, and the lower down she got the more severe the test would be.

Chloe ran her finger lightly over this great curve. ‘Well Junior, your cum tube on its own would make a dick plenty of men would kill for. Look at that—eight inches at least, beautifully curved, and thick as hell.’

We began to kiss and lick our way up from the base, looking at each other across his thick pillar as we ‘climbed’ it. It was clearly having a good effect on Junior, because he was heaving and throbbing and surging as we went.

‘What do you feed him on?’ I asked, genuinely wondering if some special diet had supported all this penile growth. Blindfolding Mark had been a good move, because it seemed to make him more ready to talk. He couldn’t see our greedy lustful eyes roaming all over his shaft; it seemed a bit less personal when he couldn’t see our reaction to what he said.

‘As a matter of fact I have been on what you might call a special diet for years’, he told us. And he began to talk a bit about growing up, and his family. I learnt a lot more about this later, especially via Jason, once the two of them had developed a really good friendship and Mark had begun to share things with him, man to man.

But for now he simply told us that he came from a family with a history of extremely well-endowed men (though there had been none like him as far as he knew). The family lore (partly supported by some professional medical advice from one of Mark’s uncles) was that good blood circulation and good cardio-vascular health would help to supply the exceptional erectile capacity they all possessed. They tended also to believe that good muscle mass helped balance the body—and that a big heavily muscled guy was more able to support a huge penis. Mark thought that this part was tending towards medical guesswork, but his Dad had believed it, and insisted that Mark must follow it. Anyhow, it was clear to us just from looking at him that Mark had followed this advice to the letter.

So for years Mark had been disciplined in heavy weight training to build up his muscles. His Dad had installed a weight bench and several machines in the den for his son. He used them daily. At the same time Mark had been given a high protein diet—well balanced food intake and a great deal extra of it. As Mark was the only boy in a family with several sisters, his Dad made him eat an extra meal alone each night to build him up. Although his Dad never said this, Mark got the idea that he was eating an extra meal every day—for his dick. Mark said that he had begun to worry about this as his genitalia continued to grow without any sign of stopping. But as an obedient son, he didn’t question it. ‘Maybe Dad knew best. Anyhow I know that I get better erections the better I eat, even now.’

I made a mental note to buy in lots of chicken and lean steak. ‘Hey, we’ll make sure you get nothing but the best, Junior’, said Chloe. ‘After all, you’re the King, so there should be a banquet for you every night. You deserve it, you need it.’ She planted a lascivious kiss just at the point we had got to, where the long ‘slimmer ‘ section of Junior began.

He throbbed to show his appreciation. I was getting impatient to see Junior perform , so just like Jack I was longing to get to the end of my journey up the giant beanstalk.

Chloe and I moved slowly up the long, long length of Junior’s shaft. We continued kissing, licking, fondling, stroking as we went—with every inch we serviced him with more and more devotion. We were coming increasingly under his spell—I didn’t want this encounter to end. We continued to match our words to our actions, telling him how special he was, how we loved spending time getting to know every inch of him, how we wanted him to feel more and more pleasure, how we longed to fuck him, how Junior deserved to be admired and pleasured twenty-four / seven. Et cetera.

That long slim central section of Junior’s shaft wasn’t slim at all, of course. It was very long, and it was clearly less girthy than the rest of him, but slim—no. As we moved up in tandem, inch by inch, I traced just a few of the veins on ‘my’ side of him with my tongue. It was an unbelievably complex network, the blood vessels seemed to go anywhere and everywhere, there were plenty of big main ones, and there were many smaller offshoots which often doubled back, forked off and headed off in different directions.

I got to thinking what an elaborate system of veins it was, all needed to drain the blood from this massive organ. No doubt the arteries which carried the blood in needed to be even bigger and more powerful, though they were hidden deeper inside the colossal shaft. Then that made me think what a demand Junior must put on Mark’s whole body, especially when it required so much blood to fill all the spaces inside it to make it swell up so massively.

It was the sight, right in front of my eyes, of just a fraction of that great network of veins that kept making me think what a demand this outsize penis must make on poor Mark; but I also thought of has family telling him that he needed to eat extra meals on a daily basis just to ensure that Junior was well fed and properly supplied. There must be times when being so well endowed was a drag for Mark—maybe he even experienced Junior as a drag literally.

Since he was apparently in the mood to talk, and his inhibitions seemed to be easing, I decided to try my luck. I told Mark that now we were trying to show what we thought of Junior—that it would be really great for us to know what it was like for Mark to be so exceptional. Was he proud? Was Junior a burden to him? Did his size hamper him at all? Was it ever a drag? Were there things that Mark couldn’t do because of Junior? Or were there challenges because of the size and weight of his balls as well?

‘Boy, so many questions!’ said Mark. He asked Chloe whether she had any, just to be fair. She replied that she had loads, but was happy to hear him answer mine first. She hoped that she would have lots more time with him and plenty of chances to get to know him and Junior better—and true to form she went back to her enthusiastic kissing.

Mark said he would start with the easy questions for now, and come to the trickier and more personal stuff later. ‘Yes, the size does hamper me—it always has. There are some things I can’t do well at all, and others which I can do but with difficulty. Running is one. I can run with a jockstrap on, although even then it isn’t that easy. Without the jock—no chance, you can see why.’

‘Have you ever tried?’ asked Chloe. ‘That I would love to see.’ Mark said that once when he was much younger (and when Junior was still quite a bit smaller) he had been taken by some buddies to a running track one night and persuaded as a dare to run a whole circuit totally nude. ‘Wow, what happened?’ Mark said that he was doubled up in pain within the first hundred yards. But before he came to a standstill the other guys said that the noise of slapping and clapping as he tried to run was terrific. They never let him forget it. ‘I’m surprised they never played me a recording of it; they probably made one.’

Mark said that he wasn’t really a sportsman, partly because of Junior, though he kept himself fit and as toned as possible in the gym. He asked me whether Jason was a sports type of guy. Well, Chloe and I both knew the sport that Jason was singularly well equipped for , and which recently he had been devoting most of his waking hours to, but I wasn’t about to say that, because I knew that it was a sensitive subject after Mark’s failed attempts to fuck Karen. So I avoided the question and tried to lighten the mood.

‘Let’s think of some sports that you and Jason can do together. Chloe? Any suggestions?’
‘Nude volleyball! One hundred metre hurdles. Also nude of course.’

Well indeed, you could sell tickets for either of those, I thought. Luckily Mark saw the joke and for the first time I saw him lose his reserve—he gave a huge belly laugh that set his great penis quivering and shaking from one end to the other.

But Mark carried on with his answer to the question, as we carried on with our staged progress along Junior. He said that he loved swimming, when and where he could. But he was very restricted in where he could swim because he could not wear anything resembling normal male swimming costume. He would look (1)indecent, or (2)weird, or mostly likely (3)both at once. He couldn’t stand being stared at. So he only swam in private pools with family members, or with a few people who knew him very well, so all he needed to wear was a jockstrap.

Mark asked whether we thought Jason would like to come to the gym with him. I privately thought ‘No way!’ but I toyed with the thought of those two guys turning up as new members at the local gym and walking into the locker room after their session together. It would make an impression on the locals, that was certain. But I thought that it would never happen, as Jason got all the exercise he wanted in other ways. As it turned out, I was wrong—and in time these two amazing men would develop a friendship that would operate outside the size academy as well as within it. Including the gym.

We were licking and stroking our way towards the great flare of Mark’s cockhead. Up close, I could see that I had underestimated the wide flange of the corona which thrust out beyond the gauge of the shaft, which was at its narrowest point at the ‘neck’ just below it. (As I had underestimated so much else about this magnificent phenomenon of nature!)

I licked slowly round the massive overhang, and as Chloe and I tongued his frenulum, which I knew was intensely sensitive for every guy, we could feel him swelling and throbbing still more strongly. I couldn’t tell whether this was simple pleasure for Mark, or that the surge in his erection was more painful than pleasurable for him. Perhaps part of the burden that Junior imposed on him was simply the sheer scale of the sensations and needs that he produced. Mark began to breathe urgently and his muscles tensed, as Junior’s erection grew stronger.

So we knew that we had to be quick … it was time to show his colossal cockhead the love it needed from us.

I asked Mark whether we could lift Junior up to get a better view of his head, or whether it would be too uncomfortable for him. Lying as it was on his chest in the deep valley between his pectorals, it was hard to get a good view of it. He told us to go ahead. So, gently and tenderly, we supported him between us, just below his head, and lifted him up towards the vertical. He was amazingly heavy! No wonder Mark had to support him in special underwear; the strain on his groin just from Junior’s colossal weight must be appalling. I remembered how I had seen Mark wince when having to walk with an erection the other day when helping Jason conquer Chloe. I’d also seen him groan when his cock fell out of his jockstrap. No wonder!

But we got a good look at his head before diving in and resuming our ‘work’. Even after all my close inspection of every other inch of him thus far I was overpowered as I gazed at him.

I made a quick guess about his size. I was sure that the length of the topside of his head (which we were now looking at from two slightly different angles) wasn’t all that far below the average total length of an erect penis. Certainly there would be plenty of lesser endowed guys whose whole cocks would not exceed this length, and not a few small men that wouldn’t reach it. And the girth! Already immediately below his blunt tip, Junior’s head was massive in its uncompromising thickness, and then inch by inch he inexorably widened further as you looked down towards the dramatically raised ridge at the base of his head. It was beautiful in its clean tapered design, overpowering in its bulk, but totally intimidating for any sexual partner. I guessed that if you managed to take him to the base of his head, Junior would already be filling you with enough cock-flesh to make three or four men’s total erections. At the very least. I looked down the whole length of Junior as I continued to help Chloe support him. What an amazing sight he made. What a delight and a challenge he presented to any woman with a taste for the well hung man—although the idea of calling Mark simply ‘well hung’ was ludicrous, of course.

I saw the jagged yellow line around two-thirds of the way down the massive glans. It could almost be the beginning of a smiley face. ‘Is that yellow line Karen’s?’ ‘Yes, that’s as far as she can manage so far. She says she is my golden girl.’ I saw how deeply affectionate he was when talking about her, and clearly Junior fully shared in that affection as he surged and leapt in our grasp. From one point of view Karen was doing well to have taken so much cock into her—at the point of the crude line Junior had already reached a tremendous unreasonable girth. But from another, she had scarcely begun her journey down Mark’s penis, and she had taken only a tiny fraction of him.

Back to work. Still carefully holding him up, we began to caress and lick and kiss that glorious glans penis from base to tip. Looking closer, I could see that its skin was not stretched tight, but covered in a network of tiny wrinkles. I realised that this meant that he wasn’t yet at full size—we might have to wait till he swelled up to his absolute maximum before he came to see his head stretch the skin out gleaming, smooth and shiny.

I looked up at the tremendous blunt dome of his tip, and the great cleft in it surrounding Mark’s gaping slit. It must have been an inch long, and wide. I took the risk, beat Chloe to it, and dove in with my tongue. What a guy this was! His stupendous cock was superlative in every dimension; it was overwhelming in every way. I wanted him to know just what I thought of him.


At last our loving attention was getting through. Mark groaned, and Junior began to shake in our hands. He asked us to remove the blindfold. Tenderly lowering Junior to his ‘master’s’ upper chest, we quickly peeled it off, and when he opened his eyes Mark was presented with the sight of his enormous cockhead and two girls licking and kissing it from either side. ‘Come on Mark, room for another! Junior needs some tender loving from you too.’

I thanked Mark for sharing Junior with us. I told him again and again how proud he should be, while Chloe echoed my thoughts and talked softly to Junior himself. We began to tell him how much we -wanted to please him. How much we wanted to take him in—deep, very deep! How we wouldn’t care about the pain, we just longed to have him, spearing us, spreading us, filling us to capacity, and way beyond it. How he deserved to be treated like a king. And most of all just how amazing he was.

Junior at least must have heard what we were telling him, even if Mark was still more than a bit nervous. As Mark latched onto Junior's tip, I saw exactly what I had seen the other day about to unfold: he turned a deeper red, and the next moment he surged violently forward.

I thought that the convulsion that followed must have begun at Junior's base, as somehow a secret switch deep inside his groin was thrown, more blood flooded into him and he surged up, swelling wider and longer in the shaft but especially in the head. Junior's head now showed just what it could do, just how monstrous it could become. Its skin was stretching out, tense and gleaming.


Mark's lips, which were then clamped round Junior's tip, received what amounted to a hefty punch. He gasped in pain and drew back to give his cock the room it demanded, and all three of us looked as its mouth widened and began its series of spastic spasms.


All three of us could hear (and no doubt Mark could feel) the series of ominous gurglings deep within his groin. He sighed heavily and groaned, and hissed his warning: 'Watch out! You'd best let him go!' We drew back, intent on the scene unfolding before us, but he gripped our hands in his, tight enough to cause pain, in his sheer desperation.


Then suddenly Mark thrust up his hips from the bed and every muscle in his body seemed to clench at once. He looked as if every part of his body was in serious pain as it seemed that all of his power was being drawn into his stupendous erection, which seemed to be trying to swell up still bigger.


Next moment I saw a huge spasm beginning at Junior's heaving root, which travelled up his amazing length before forcing the slit wide open. As it travelled I could hear a powerful hissing sound; later I came to recognise this as a constant feature in Mark's amazing ejaculations. A long stream of cum flew out, coating Mark's face and dousing the bed, and splatting loudly against the wall behind it.


Just as had happened the other day, we then saw Junior thrash about uncontrollably, as every fibre in Mark's body was tensed up to the maximum. 'FUCK it hurts!! FUCK I need to come!' Junior's head was swollen still further, looking apoplectic in its fury, its mouth was gaping still wider open ... but what happened next hadn't happened last time. Mark screamed, tensed his hips still higher, Junior convulsed again and then suddenly a stream of cum flew out of him—a thick, continuous, steady stream of cum. Not individual bursts, but one fucking great stream of cum pissed out of him.

There was no hope for the state of this bedroom now—Mark was claiming it as forever his own territory in the most emphatic way possible. He himself looked as though he was going to pass out. Eventually, after flooding his own upper body, and splatting Chloe and me, the bed and much of the room, the stream began to taper off in a series of decreasing convulsions, which however still added considerably to the overall measure of the amazing load.

Mark began to relax, and sank down into the soggy bed, exhausted. Chloe and I were astounded by what we’d just witnessed. We began to massage him, to congratulate him, to smother him in kisses. But as I kissed Mark and whispered my admiration once again to him, I realised that Junior was not one millimetre reduced from his appalling maximum after his colossal display. He was jumping for attention and throbbing with need, still swollen to his obscene limit. He was ready for round two, and demanding that it begin without delay.

'I'm so sorry', croaked Mark, who looked exhausted, totally spent, as he lay back on the bed, unable even to lift his head. 'Why be sorry?' inquired Chloe.


'Several reasons: first for this fucking mess I’ve sprayed all over your room. Second because I don’t think I can help clear it up just yet—in fact I know I won’t be able to do anything until I’ve come again at least once. Junior is desperate. He gets so swollen up like this, and he aches like hell from being so hard, that I am useless for anything until I can get him to go down. Third, because I need you to help me with him; I’m way beyond being able to deal with him on my own.’


He stared bashfully up at us. But Junior told a very different story: he was still deep red, furiously swollen and pulsing and jumping, his mouth still opening and shutting as remnants of cum still bubbled from his angry mouth. He looked the image of masculine power.


I told him that it would never be his job to mop up, however much cum he shot. Also that one thing never required an apology here, and that was a large erect penis. In fact we were here to serve Junior’s needs and requirements, however extreme they happened to be. While he was here he'd never be left alone to service Junior's requirements.


I asked Mark where in particular Junior ached. ‘His piss tube always aches after a major cum like that’, said Mark. He said that he got a nagging itch deep inside Junior, and that sometimes it was so bad that he’d even risked shoving a pencil (closed end first!) into Junior’s slit to try to scratch it from inside. ‘His tube aches worst right here this time’, said Mark, pointing to a section of his shaft that no pencil had a hope in hell of reaching. ‘But mostly he aches all over, because he gets so hard when he comes, and so much blood gets into him that he gets stretched out somehow. Please could you massage him, fairly hard?’


Who could refuse a request like that? Certainly not two major cock-hounds like us. We grasped the mighty cylinder as best as we could, and tried to squeeze and stroke the pain away, using all four of our hands. It wasn’t until I tried to squeeze him that I discovered how hard he was; there was no longer any spongy ‘give’ to him anywhere I touched him. It was almost like trying to squeeze an iron bar.


In the end Mark gradually relaxed, and was more at ease with his situation. Junior began to assert himself, and for the first time I sensed a shift of the balance of initiative and control in the room. First Mark was apologetic in asking us to do things: later increasingly less so. I remembered what Jason had said—this was going exactly to plan. Mark might eventually start assuming the commanding authority of the man with the big dick.


‘Ladies, would you mind getting me some water to drink? I am so damn thirsty.’ Given all the fluid he’d lost, that wasn’t surprising. I ran off and came back with two big jugs full of iced water, to find Chloe tenderly massaging one of his balls which he said were also aching. He drained a couple of pints of water in more or less one gulp. Almost immediately I felt and heard some gurgling in his groin. ‘That’s not my stomach’, said Mark, ‘it’s my system in the first stages of churning up another load.’


‘Junior is in the mood for taking charge this time; I don’t think he can be fully satisfied unless we let him. Do you mind?’ Of course we didn’t. But I wondered what he meant, and half of me hoped that he’d be gentle. The other half hoped he wouldn’t be gentle at all.


Mark asked something weird. Could he perhaps pretend to fuck one of us? Junior would love to do that. He knew he couldn’t do it for real, thought one day he hoped he would be able to. But this would have to do in the mean time. Then maybe if he needed a third cum, which he thought he would, he could ‘pretend-fuck’ the other.

We couldn’t deny this man and his world class cock anything, although we had no idea what he meant. He soon explained. He picked me first. He heaved himself off the bed, Junior swinging powerfully and dangerously in all directions. He picked me up, and almost threw me down where he had been lying, so that I was full length, face up, and looking nervously up at him. What a transformation! Chloe looked at him open-mouthed as he began to take charge.

'I want to pretend that I am going to fuck you.' He crouched way down over the end of the bed, he pushed my legs open, none too gently, and then manoeuvred himself so that the colossal blunt tip of Junior was right at the entrance to my pussy. Boy that was a moment to remember. Was he actually going to push Junior in? I felt my cunt clamping down in fright as it felt the wholly unreasonable size of what was pressing up hard against it.

Was this really ‘just pretend’? The vast cockhead insistently pressing up against me felt real enough! He began to press harder, and I almost found myself crying out in panic. Karen had my sincere admiration at that moment for getting down as far as that yellow mark. It must have been agony for such an inexperienced girl—or at least someone as inexperienced as she was in dealing with the hugely endowed. Here was I, a veteran of many long sessions with Jason, just about to panic at my first brush with a big cock.

Then I looked again at the mind-numbing size of the great cockhead uncompromisingly aimed at my cunt, with just its tip pressing into me—and I thought panic was the only rational response. But Mark was taking charge. He asked Chloe to fetch him the lube, saying that he needed a lot, which of course was stating the obvious. It sounded as if ‘pretend’ or not, I was in for a royal fucking.

Then to my relief I felt his vast head withdraw, and Mark went down on me. He was licking and kissing, and using his tongue on me with great persistence and skill; had I not been so terrified he would have brought me to a powerful cum very rapidly. But I was so aware of Junior, whose head was still hovering only an inch or so away from my entrance, and I feared that he might make me cum then try to thrust in while I was in the throes of it, that somehow I was uncharacteristically unresponsive. When I thought about this moment afterwards, I realised that I’d missed a big chance.

All the while he was eating me out, doing wonders with his tongue, Junior was right there looking directly at the action, as it were; he’d only been moved back to let Mark get access. This man could easily pleasure you with his mouth and his mighty dick in the same place and at the same time. When I finally realised that Mark could offer the possibility of this sort of double action I vowed not to let the chance slip by next time.

Mark leant back, and brought Junior forward again, resting just at my entrance and beginning to push as before. But after a few seconds he leant back and asked Chloe for the lube. I looked on in fascinated terror as he lubed Junior up. He used huge quantities. I expected him to lube just his head, and maybe just a fraction of the shaft behind it. But no: to my fascinated horror the kind, gentle, modest man scooped great gouts of lube along the whole length of Junior. It took a lot of time to do this, inevitably, but it looked to me as he was showing off just a little, as Junior had lost none of his stretched out monstrous size, and looked as though he (Junior) was enjoying this process. When he got down to the lowest fattest cruellest section near his base, Mark made sure to lube up even more lavishly until Junior was gleaming. When he finally arrived at the base, Mark looked up from his labours and smiled a very full lustful smile at me, almost mockingly.

It surely looked as if I were in trouble. Chloe seemed to think so too, and she gasped as Mark returned to his place right at the foot of the bed, positioned himself, and as he asked her to guide Junior—who was thrashing uncontrollably about from side to side—and bring him into position.

We waited. Mark pushed Junior against my pussy entrance, and I thought he might in any second destroy me. But Mark gave Junior a mighty flex which raised him just above the horizontal for a second or two. Only then did he thrust forward, and of course Junior’s giant head slid powerfully but harmlessly up my belly. Now I realised what he meant by a ‘pretend fuck’.

Afterwards he said that he has done this with Karen as a way of relieving the huge frustrations that built up for him after a series of unsuccessful attempts at penetration. I was beginning to understand how things must have been with him. He was a big, healthy man, with enormously developed genitals and a set of needs and appetites to match: but he could find no outlet for himself in normal sex. He longed to fuck and he looked like a man built to do it: but the size that stirred such colossal needs in him was also his defeat. But this way, at least he could pretend that he was in charge, and at least he could imagine that he could use the whole length of his cock, right from the very tip of his head to the distant root down by his balls. And at least he could thrust.

I asked him why he made such a thing of lubing up—surely in this position he could get away with doing just the underside. ‘Oh, but then I wouldn’t have seen that moment of sheer panic on your face; just for a bit, you had to believe you were going to get it, and that you were in for it full and hard!’

Mark carried out the operation with great attention to detail. He thrust Junior, up inch by inch by inch, much like he had been dreaming for years he could do inside a woman’s body—but this way he had to make do with outside. But the length of Junior in contact with me began to increase, and it kept on increasing. He was at my belly-button. Then he was thrusting up towards my tits. I helped him feel that at least some of him was surrounded by my tender love as he went further. One advantage of being busty is that you can make a guy feel surrounded by soft warmth when he does this. I was delighted to be able to show my warmth and tenderness to this lovely man in such a way.

Junior loved it. He took it gradually, but soon I could see his gargantuan head thrusting up between my boobs. For the first time this session I could by leaning forward strenuously, plant a kiss on his gleaming painfully stretched tip. Mark was beginning to let his weight rest more fully on me, which meant that I could feel the whole massively thick length of him, pressing into me from right down at my pussy all the way up to where his head was gaping at me, just about at my breastbone.

Reaching down, I realised that I could still only just feel Mark's great ball sack swinging into me when he thrust forward. There was still some more to go. His length was truly impossible for any woman to conquer, unless perhaps a giantess could subdue him. I put that thought resolutely aside, and just for a moment gloried in being in contact with such a length of powerful manhood.

Mark lay on top of me for a moment. He said: ‘I so wish I could lie here like this and be inside your lovely body and not just on top of it.’ I replied that I regretted it too—but that getting at least some way to that objective was why he was here. I thought I saw a tear in his eye.

But a moment later Mark snapped out of his reverie and his regrets, and began to bring his ‘fuck’ to a shattering conclusion. He began to pull back gradually, and then to force Junior to slide right back up my body. He gradually raised the tempo and the length of his strokes until he was slamming Junior at me and on top of me and along me with force.

Boy this guy would be a tiger with his massive equipment once he really got started. I vowed to make sure that I was there in a ringside seat when at last it could happen to some lucky woman able to take it—to Karen, I hoped.

He was beginning to get increasingly desperate, and shouting out all his frustration, that he wanted to fuck, that he was fucking well built to fuck, but that he couldn’t fuck. This wasn’t the quiet man I had first met. He was wound up beyond endurance by the impossible situation Junior’s size placed him in. It was almost as if he were taking his frustration out, not on me—but on his cock.

He drew back, and then in one mighty stroke thrust himself fully onto me. At last I could feel what must be the underside of Junior's root pushed violently against my groin and the soft bulk of his enormous scrotum filling all the space between my thighs. And when I raised my head the terrifying sight of his head filled my view; its gaping mouth a short distance from my lips. Junior hadn't lost a millimetre in any dimension since he had swollen up so furiously just before his cum. And between massive root and swollen tip every inch of this inhuman cylinder was pinned down onto me by Mark's heavy body; if I needed another reminder of just how exceptional he was, this was it.

He gave every sign that another cum was near. He jammed Junior more viciously against me. Junior's head, which was all I could see of him, flushed a deeper, angry red. Yet more blood was flooding in as the impossible happened and I saw Junior thrust still closer and the stretched skin of his head was distorted still further. I felt the swelling all the way along him.

Mark was groaning and seizing great gulps of air, oblivious of everything but his enormous aching cock. This time he couldn't give his usual warning; he was too far gone. Another inrush of blood; his slit opening and closing, terrifyingly close to my face; then an almighty spasm down behind the root of this brutal penis; then the powerful swelling which I could feel punching up the whole length.

A second or two later a geyser of cum jetted out at full force. I was at point blank range, but I took it and carried on taking it. Mouth, nose, eyes, the whole of my face, hair; all of me within range was doused and doused again. Huge quantities of sperm were flooding in every direction.

All I was aware of was the mighty cock and its furious eruption. I did my best to grasp the mighty organ and aim its fire at me. I was dimly aware of Mark shouting at me: 'Fuck! Take it! Take it! Fuck!'

Although my eyes were totally gummed up and I couldn't see the rest of Junior's mighty display, I sensed when it was coming to an end, and flopped back, totally spent. Junior full length was still pinned against me, dominating me and filling my thoughts, as to be honest he had since I first 'met' him.

How could his massive potential be realised? Would it ever be possible to fuck this amazing man?

Mark felt his orgasm gradually wind down, and he slumped forward heavily on top of Alysen. He gradually came back to himself and opened his eyes. He saw that he'd covered Alysen's face, the bed, and quite a bit of the wall with his gunk. She was dripping with the stuff, her eyes were sealed up with it, it was coming out of her nose, her mouth, it was all over her hair and her ears.

How could he have been so gross? And he'd jammed his cock so hard onto her and thrust it right up to her face. How could he have behaved so crudely. He realised he was still crushing his dick into her with just about all of his weight; he knew he was a heavy guy so she must be in a lot of discomfort, if not pain. That was the way it was with him, when he began to think with his dick he made an idiot of himself, and worse.

So he heaved himself off Alysen's body, shuffled to the edge of the bed and stood up. Immediately his cock fell down, and he felt the full weight pulling at his groin as it bounced around between his legs. Shit that hurt! Why couldn't he learn to take the weight more gradually? He ought to have learnt to do that by now, he'd been living with this handicap between his legs for long enough after all!

He knew he ought to apologise. Fuck, the whole room stank of his come; even he could tell that. He knew he always had some scent of it around him, as Junior tended to leak it a little or sometimes a lot, after cumming, before cumming, and between cums as well. But now it was everywhere, he'd soaked the mattress right though, ruined a considerable area of the carpet, and the wall would probably need to be repainted. That was quite aside from spraying it all over these two women; two great girls who'd after all been trying to help him. Junior had repaid them by shooting his gunk over them in ludicrously obscene quantities. Great! Now Mark felt more like a freak than ever.

He sank down into an armchair and wondered what to do. Chloe and Alysen—especially Alysen!—were still needing to recover. Shit! he'd managed to blind Alysen by shooting at point blank range right into her face. What the fuck had possessed him to make him behave so grossly? No wonder there had been problems between him and Karen.

It was of course all down to 'Junior'. He'd better get used to calling 'him' that. (Though Mark's own private name for him had always been 'Cyclops', the one eyed giant, he seemed to have been 'Junior' ever since Jason had called him that.) It was his ugly great oversized oversexed dick that made him do such gross things, to slam into a woman, to treat her roughly, to thrust against her violently if he couldn't thrust into her, and to jet absurd quantities of cum all over her.

Despite all their kind sexy words to him earlier, he knew he'd gone too far, he must have disgusted them with his behaviour. He struggled to his feet, Junior flapping and slapping absurdly in every direction. Rarely had Mark felt so uncomfortable, so gross.

'Hey! Where do you think you're going? Alysen and I have an agreement. She's had her turn with Junior. But what about mine, big guy?' He looked over at Chloe. Was she serious? Was he to believe that these two actually liked this sort of behaviour?

He saw Chloe wipe the cum out of Alysen's eyes, and then the girls held a whispered consultation. Chloe told Mark that Alysen wanted to delay her shower until she'd witnessed Chloe bring Junior off a third time if he was up for it. Then they could all shower together. They would all need it.

Was he up for it? she asked. Mark felt Junior swaying about in front of him. He'd lost that impossible stiffness and size he tended to attain after being hard for a long time, particularly when he remained hard after coming, but he was still very near full erection, all the same. Cum was still dripping from his tip. He was gross.

But when he heard Chloe ask if he was up for it, Mark felt as if a huge tense spring coiled tightly up in his groin had been released down the mighty shaft of his cock, and immediately Cyclops (sorry, 'Junior') sprang forward to an overfull erection, and Mark had to fall back onto the armchair.

These two loved his cock. They couldn't get enough of Junior. Even when he doused them with his goo. Even when he was gross in every way. After years of apologising for his size, trying to hide it, and anxiety about it, Mark seemed to have come to a place where it was celebrated. They loved his penis, couldn't seem to get enough of it.

And, unbelievably, they wanted—they badly, desperately wanted—to fuck him. He couldn't wait for that to happen.

Meanwhile, Mark began stammering out an apology. Chloe immediately knelt down at his side and silenced him by smothering him in kisses. "Hey Mark, this is a major infringement of the rules of the house! No huge dick EVER apologises for anything. Junior is fully entitled to take his pleasure any way he wants it. We insist that your wonderful giant here"; and she gave Junior a peck on his 'cheek', "should be pleasured to his maximum as often as possible. We want to build up his pleasure so that it just pours into him, and into you, hour after hour. I don't think Junior has begun to realise a tiny fraction of the delight he is so hugely capable of receiving. You need to let us gradually coax him into coping with more and more power, more and more pleasure, every hour of every day. I bet these two could cooperate with that"; and she reached down and patted the side of one of his balls as it hung over the edge of his chair between his widely spaced thighs.

"These boys must be twenty or thirty times the regular size at least. They are designed to make pints and pints of splooge. So never apologise for what you shoot. We hope that soon you'll soon be doing it so powerfully, so often, that the amount you've cum today will seem just like a few drips."

Chloe then told Mark how good it had felt when she had finally taken Jason in to the hilt. Of course it had been painful, but she had never felt so satisfied or so complete as a woman. "I know Junior is a tougher challenge, but boy there are a lot of us here wanting to take it on. We want to take Junior on a journey to pleasure. For him it has to be a very long journey, of course, but we'll make it a great time for him and inch by inch along the road it can only get better and better for him."

Boy she said some weird things! But Mark took the hint, relaxed, and let Chloe match her words with her actions. Junior waited for the pleasure that was coming his way.

And it came. Chloe seemed to want to teach Junior new ways of being pleasured, to open new gates through which delight could flood into him. All the while Alysen had been listening and watching; Mark sensed that she was longing to get in in the action; but Chloe, whose turn it was, was holding her back.

Mark closed his eyes. He felt Chloe's lips lightly brush the very tip of Junior's head. Then he felt her fingers gently massage the underside of his shaft at a seemingly random spot around six or seven inches out from his base. Random it might have been, but Junior felt as if of all the many places along his mighty shaft that she could have pleasured, it was exactly here where he wanted and needed it most.

Next he felt the wide base of his left ball being tenderly stroked and fingered; just enough to make the whole ball jostle heavily and to give Mark a delicious sense of the glorious masculine bulk he possessed down there. Mark felt Junior surge forward in response.

Next he felt tiny butterfly kisses which Chloe was planting all over the great dome of Junior's head. She seemed intent on not missing a single square inch of his stretched out skin. Soon he felt Junior swell further. This was turning into a record-beating erection.

Now while continuing to plant those kisses on every part of Junior's head, Mark felt her began to massage a sensitive spot Junior didn't know he had, maybe three or four inches behind his head, with tender circular rubbing motions. How did she know that this was exactly where he wanted it? Next for the first time Junior felt both Chloe's hands on him as more than a foot away she began to finger a small section of the great bulge of his cum tube, thrumming her fingers as if she were softly playing a piano.

How did she know how to do it? How was it that her mouth and her fingers were always just in the place where they could give Junior greatest pleasure?

After ten minutes of this wonderful therapy Mark felt that Junior was flooding so much pleasure into him that he could hardly cope. Then Chloe called to Alysen, and suddenly there were four hands on him, two pairs of lips. Alysen too had the gift of knowing exactly where and how Junior needed to be cared for.

Mark kept his eyes tight shut and tried to locate all the sources of pleasure as precisely as possible:

• Two soft pairs of lips licking and kissing the taut skin of Junior's great head, which felt bigger than he'd ever felt it before, ready to burst. That bit was easy.
• A set of fingers lightly playing a sonata on the underside of his shaft just below Junior's neck.
• A hand doing its best to grasp the side of his shaft about five inches lower down, giving the firm massage which was just what that bit of Junior needed.
• Someone rubbing sweet smelling lotion into the top side of Junior about half way down, just where he felt a little sore. That must be Alysen; he didn't think Chloe had the ointment.
• Some fingers right down at the base, or only an inch or two above it, just lightly tickling the mighty bulge of his cum tube there. How did they know that this was guaranteed to turn Junior into a raging maniac?

Mark did his best to absorb all this delight into him. Junior throbbed and swelled up even further.

He heard the door open. Jason's voice: "What's going on here then? These girls looking after you, Mark? Hell, it looks like there is a lot of Junior left uncared for, and those great balls of yours look as though they deserve some attention. Shall I call for two or three more to help?"

That did it. Junior let fly.

As Mark began to come, jetting out heavy great gouts of sperm, he hauled himself out of his chair and stood up. There was no modesty about this quiet man now: he stood with feet wide apart and thrust his crotch aggressively forward. Junior swayed violently forward as Mark thrust his hips; and in that most masculine of poses he won a rare victory over the force of gravity and swung up to an angle thirty degrees above the horizontal. He projected obscenely and dominantly far out into the room.

The powerful bolts of semen were succeeded by another thick steady stream, which seemed to jet out uninterruptedly for at least half a minute. Mark thrust his hips forward further and rotated them a bit, with the result that his cannon swung round left to right and up and down as it discharged, threatening and then covering a wide area of the room. Then as Junior gradually wound down with some more lavish blasts of cum, Mark seemed to come back to himself, and flopped back into his chair.

During this amazing display the door opened and three more girls came in to see it. As Junior began at last to subside, everyone watching—all of the women in the room and Jason—gave him a round of applause. Karen came in, looking very content after her session with Jared, just as the clapping was dying down. She blew a kiss at him and smiled.

Jason walked over the cum-sodden carpet and sat down beside Mark.

Chloe looked at the two of them and her heart melted. There was something very special in a huge cock gradually softening after a massive cum, or even better, after a long series of heavy ejaculations. And here were two of them. Jason had just completed a full afternoon's work; that dick which Chloe had got to love and worship so much had been doing its widening and stretching and deepening work on a series of pussies, probably three or four of them. Now it was in that post fuck state: extra bloated and heavy, fully replete with satisfaction, ready for some rest and some nourishment before its evening recreation, which would be some deep unrestrained fucking with some of his accommodating 'harem'.

And Mark: his amazing penis was softening a little, gradually losing its fight with gravity, still bubbling copious gouts of cum from its wide slit. But in its repletion it remained vast, a massive work of art, a tremendously stirring sight in every way.

And these two outstandingly endowed men were sitting two feet away from each other, beginning to talk.

Jason told Mark that he had informed the girls of Mark's food requirements and that there was going to be T-bone steak for both of them this evening. 'Boy I need to drink and eat after all that fucking, and to look at what you have done to this room I guess you do too.' Mark said that he was very hungry and that he could drink a river. Erica gave him a pitcher of water and he drank it greedily. Again, almost immediately, Chloe could hear his system began replacing the load he had just let loose, bubbling and gurgling up the next one.

'Question is' said Jason, 'is it food first or shower first?' He told Mark that his previous practice was always to insist on a pre-fuck shower, partly because it relaxed him before the fuck and also partly because handling his massive genitals seemed to help the girl moisten up and prepare for him even more enthusiastically. He didn't so often insist on a post-fuck shower. 'But these days with a lot more fucking going on every day, almost any shower is going to be post-fuck and pre-fuck at the same time.'

Mark said he needed a quick shower as he'd managed to squirt cum all over himself as well as everywhere else. 'Okay', said Jason, 'let's you and I go take a quick shower together and wash all the gunk off while the girls grill those steaks for us. Then we sit down to eat ... and talk.'

Jason took Mark downstairs. 'In the basement there's a big den which is for us guys only. If you and Junior need a break from fucking, or from female attention, head down here. Anytime. There's everything a guy needs here, and if you come down here you'll often find one or two of us boys taking time out.'


The room Jason led Mark into ran all the way down one side of the house. At one end there was a small kitchen. 'There's always a full supply of beer in the fridge in there. If you want something you don't see in there, one of the girls will get it for you.' There were some easy chairs, a TV, a desk with a PC, a series of shelves packed with DVDs. Next a pool table, a bench with some weights on a stack nearby, which Mark was glad to see. Jason pointed to the outside door at the rear end of the den. 'There's a great hot tub out there, Just the place for the boys to relax and compare notes after a hard day's fucking.'


Opposite a door led to the bathroom area. Jason said that often he liked to shower with one of the girls upstairs, and he'd come to enjoy the lavish attention and worship he taught them to pay his equipment, but just sometimes it was good to get down here and be a bit more private. The big wet room here had a large shower with several heads on it, plenty of room for two big guys at once.


Sure enough there was a big guy in there, just finishing his hot steamy shower. He was tall, about Mark's height and build, he had broad shoulders and was heavily muscled. Jason introduced them: 'Hi Brandon, meet our new recruit, Mark.' Brandon turned and gave Mark a friendly inspection. He let out a long whistle as he appraised the size of the set of genitals confronting him. 'Hey, has someone called the fire service? Looks like they've come anyhow, hoses at the ready.'



Mark could see that Brandon's own very substantial and solid dick, which he was just finally rinsing off, had probably not long finished a good day's work; it had that unmistakable heavy, bloated and satisfied look to it. Brandon grinned and said he's had a great day today, and broken some new ground. 'Hey Mark, Jared told me i might have the pleasure of meeting your fiancée in a day or two if all goes well with his sessions with her. I can't wait! But i must say, looking at what she's got in store for her I can't see that what I can do will be very much help.' Jason quickly expressed his view that Brandon's dick with its strength and considerable heft was precisely the right next stage for Karen.


Brandon smiled ruefully: 'You know I thought I was hung really big, the King of cocks ... till I came here. Good to meet ya big guy!! Welcome! I'll clear out and let you big guys have your turn in the shower. See you later!'


Jason and Mark entered the shower together. For the first time in his life Mark had the experience of standing in the shower naked with another guy, his enormous cock hanging and swinging, drenching itself in the water, without feeling a freak, without wondering what hostile or mocking comment his dick might attract, and without feeling that he needed to try to hide what he had, without longing for a quick end of his exposure to male inspection. They could be natural about each other. They were frankly curious about the way that they seemed to follow the same routine in the showers. For instance they grinned when they realised that both of them followed the same practice of lifting their heavy balls sacks as best they could so that the expansive underside and back sides got fully soaped up as well as the front. Jason looked intently at Mark as he stretched his foreskin right back to wash down all the inside of it; now Junior had softened a bit he was fascinated to see Mark pull his voluminous foreskin over his oversized cockhead—with difficulty. He’d always wondered how that happened with uncut men. Now he had a very large scale demonstration.

But most of all Mark felt so good to have met a guy with whom he had so much in common. And to feel totally at ease hanging there with him. ‘Hey Jason, I have to tell you that I am so glad to be here and to have met you. I have the feeling that you are going to teach me so much. There is a whole lot I want to ask you. I hope it won’t bore you or be a drag.’ Mark for his part had the same feeling. ‘Hey buddy! I feel one hundred per cent the same. I never thought I’d ever meet a guy who put me in the shade. I suppose I thought I would have hated no longer being Top Dick. Now I have met that guy and I don’t mind in the fucking least! And I have the feeling you are going to teach me and the other guys here a few tricks. Most of all—you and I, brother, have lots to talk about. Let’s get up the stairs and make a start over those steaks.’

Mark was quite overcome by the warmth of his new friend—it seemed the natural thing to do to clasp him in a mighty bear hug. Who cared if their heavy, fleshy hosepipes swung mightily against each other in the process? They shook with laughter.

A voice shouted down the stairs. ‘Hi guys! Time to come up here! Your steaks are ready, but before that we’ve champagne on ice; time to drink a toast. TO JUNIOR!!!’

'Toasting Junior' proved to be as crazy as everything else in this house. One of the girls clearly thought it would be best done by pouring generous quantities of vintage champagne over Junior's far end, and then passing him round to each other in turn to lick him dry again. Someone else had the bright idea that Junior's oversized foreskin would make an excellent goblet; she got two girls to hold Junior plus foreskin up and poured into his wide opening. Then as they gathered to drink from him there was a sticky mess, and Mark wondered why he'd bothered with a shower at all.

But mostly it just felt good to be here, especially when Karen came close to him and gave him a quick squeeze in the arm and a kiss to show that all was well. To be drinking good champagne surrounded by a clutch of good looking women who all found him sexy as hell and who kelp toasting the good health of his dick: that had to be good. Very good. Even better, he'd made a great new friend, who was gradually helping him see that 'Cyclops' might not be such a monstrous disability after all.

Erica told them to eat: 'Your steaks are almost ready but first a specially chosen starter for you gentlemen, to help you rise to all the demands we place on you.' She led them into a small dining room where there was a glass table with two full settings for dinner. At each there was a large dish heaped with oysters.

Jason explained that the girls were always striving to feed the guys here as well as possible. They would search the Internet for wisdom about sources of nutrition best able to keep the male reproductive system in top shape, fully equal to the severe demands life at the academy placed on a well endowed man. The oysters and the steak were just one of the most obvious examples of this. But Mark would find that the diet here did in time build up his capacity to respond to all the demands that would be placed on Junior here.

As the two men began to attack their oysters Mark remembered a question he should have asked before. 'Talking of diet, is there space in a fridge for me to store the liquid supplement I take? All the guys in my family take it;one of my uncles is a medic and researched it for all of us. It is best stored cold, but I have to take a lot of it so it needs a lot of space. Sorry.'

Jason asked Mark to explain. Should he take it too? Mark said he should. It had high values in minerals like zinc and selenium and various other stuff he couldn't remember; vitally important for any guy who was a heavy or frequent comer, or both, like the men in his own family. His uncle knew that Mark was exceptional even in this family Mark was exceptional. He would be losing so much of these substances on a daily basis that while the others needed just one can a day, Mark was under strict medical instructions to down four or five a day.

'Boy I need to hear about your family, and about how Junior came to get like he is. The full story, please.'

Aly,

Thanks a lot. I'm relieved, because if it had been a total thumbs down I would have had to stop. And that would have been sad for me as I've already got fond of Jason and Mark and their admirers.

You're very generous in not objecting to my taking over your scenario and your characters. I am doing my best to be as true as I can to my understanding of your original concept. Thanks most of all for coming up with such a tremendous fantasy scenario for the well-hung man and developing it so brilliantly!

C.

Mark and Jason were both massively hungry after their testing sessions in the bedroom, so they chugged down the oysters fast. In between mouthfuls Mark began to tell his story:

‘My dad is my hero. He has guided me in every way—school work, sports, growing up, being a guy, the lot. He is my number one role model.’ But Jason was anxious to cut to the chase: ‘But is he the source of your big dick genes?’

‘Yes and no’, came the answer. Mark told Jason that his dad was one super well-endowed guy, but that this wasn’t the whole picture. ‘You need to know a bit about my family and my dad’s time as a young guy to understand this.’ So as the two men ate, Jason fell silent and the whole story came out, bit by bit.

Mark’s dad was Jack. He was very good looking, physically fit—in fact he still kept in very good shape—academically very able, near the top of his class. And he was also very well endowed; not just well hung, but outstandingly well hung—though not in the same category as Jason and Mark. The story began near the beginning of Jack’s career at college, when after trials he was offered a place on the school’s soccer team. After his trial game he went into the showers, and some guy noticed his enormous dick swinging between his legs. Jack was already used to that, as all well endowed men are; but this guy took action on what he saw. Everybody noticed his cock; they could hardly avoid noticing it—but usually people were reduced to silence by it, which made Jack uncomfortable. But this guy wasn’t fazed at all.

‘Hey buddy, you need to come and meet 3D—I think you and he would get along well: you’ve got plenty in common I guess.’ And he took Jack to the other end of the locker room to meet a fellow team mate he hadn’t spoken to as yet. ‘Hi 3D—here’s someone you might like to meet.’ And the guy to whom he spoke turned round and Jack did a double take. This man too had a massive hosepipe hanging between his thighs—the two guys looked at each other, grinned, and shook hands. ‘I guess we have something in common’, said the guy. ‘Welcome to the team: my name’s Doug. Good to meet you!’

Before that day Jack had never met any other guy who was remotely like himself in that way. Sure, there were smaller guys and bigger guys, but nobody like him, so he had always felt himself to be freakish. But now he saw another guy whose penis looked as long, thick and brutal as his own. The only difference was that Doug was cut so his outsized cockhead was on display, as opposed to Jack’s which was modestly shrouded in its hood. He raised his gaze and looked at the man in the eye: ‘Good to meet you too, Doug!’

Doug suggested they go out for a few beers that night. Jack took him up on the offer, and the two of them had a great time getting to know each other. They discovered that they had much in common, and their conversation was by no means limited to the physical claim to fame they shared—although they did spend some time talking about the advantages and challenges of possessing an oversized dong, there was plenty else to talk about. Jack knew he was making a good friend; but what he didn’t know was that Doug would in fact become his best buddy, the buddy of a lifetime. ‘They still are best buddies’, said Mark. Jack had never been able to talk to any other guy about this stuff before, and as he had often worried about how different he was from any other guy he’d ever seen, and about whether this would make things tough for him with women; suddenly to meet someone else in the same position felt really, really good.

Just then, halfway through Mark’s account, one of girls came into to take the plates away. Another, Kathy, brought their steaks: big, juicy, beautifully rare T-bones with pepper sauce—just how Mark loved it. Kate must have been briefing whoever had cooked this.

Kathy conveyed some news as she put bowls heaped with salad next to their steaks. ‘Joe has told Alysen that there is a new girl he thinks is ready for Jason. Would you like to have your first session with her tonight? Also, Tiffany has put in a request: can she have a trial with Mark some time very soon? She says she has been dreaming of this ever since she first saw him.’ Jason said they’d discuss both ideas, and the two men began to attack their steaks.

As he concentrated on his steak Mark couldn’t help looking through the glass of the table top to the great hosepipe that was hanging from Jason’s groin. As soon as Kathy mentioned the possibility of a new ‘student’ who might be ready to graduate to Jason’s ‘finishing school’ he saw that massive cock give a mighty twitch, and begin to lengthen. There was something about conquering fresh pussy that connected to Jason’s psyche at a very deep level. But when she went on to say that Tiffany wanted to have sex with him—boy! It was if some tap had been opened and Junior began to shake, twitch, convulse, and stir, but most of all to grow.

What with the glass top, the lighting, and the glow of the candles on the table; as they paid attention to their food both men couldn’t avoid looking straight at the two massive erections beginning to develop under the table. ‘Does Junior need a massage, or some tender loving care right now?’ asked Jason. ‘The girls are only too willing to supply that any time you want it; and it can be quite cool to have your dick worshipped and petted while you eat.’

Mark gulped—he could feel that Junior was already at least 25% of the way to an erection—but he said that he’d like to get telling the story over with before he did anything else.

Jack and Doug had become great friends the very day they first saw each other in the locker room. ‘But why are you “3 D”?’ asked Jack. Doug translated this as ‘Donkey Dick Doug’; he said that none of the other guys had ever seen a dick like his, and that they ribbed him and joshed him about it all the time, asking him crazy questions: ‘What do you feed it on?’; ‘Does that thing bite?’; ‘Why don’t you tuck it in your socks?’ etc. All the old boring jokes that any big-dicked guy gets used to hearing. ‘But now you’re here, perhaps they’ll leave off.’ That was part of the basis of their friendship—they had a sort of common solidarity. But most of all—they became really close friends. Jack noticed one difference between them—Doug seemed far more at ease about being exceptionally well hung than Jack had ever been. It took some time for him to understand why.

Mark didn’t know the full story, of course, but his Dad had been pretty open with him in their man-to-man talks as Mark hit his late teens. So far as he could piece it together, it had gone something like this:

· Doug Ransome’s family home was just an hour away, while Jack came from upstate New York. So Doug took Jack home for overnight stays and longer breaks as well. His parents were in London, where Doug’s father had a temporary posting, and their sister was on a Rhodes scholarship in Oxford, so in residence were only Doug’s older brothers: Joe, who had just graduated and was beginning work in a pharmaceuticals company; and Rob, who was a newly qualified doctor in his first hospital job.

· All three brothers were good looking, nice guys, very popular with girls and boys alike, keen sportsmen, and dedicated party animals. On his very first visit, on a warm later September weekend, when full use was made of the pool, Jack saw that Joe and Rob shared the same set of genes as their younger brother. They didn’t bother with swimming trunks; they just stripped off and jumped in, long flaccid elephant’s trunks flapping. When they saw Jack they clapped him on the back and said ‘Hey! One of us! A new recruit to the Ransome team!’


· In time he discovered that the family had a big reputation in the locality, and in particular that there were two middle-aged married women who in different ways had played a part in initiating these famously well hung boys. One of them—Jack never told Mark her name—was a close friend of their mother, who couldn’t seem to get enough of what the boys could offer, once they came of age: she’d offered them vacation jobs in turn, well paid, but the ‘yard work’ wasn’t quite what their parents assumed.

· One glorious Saturday Joe called her over to introduce her to Jack. Only forty-five minutes after they had first met, Jack was lying on the spare room bed with his massive erection pointing skyward watching in amazement as this family friend straddled him and proceeded to slide down inch by inch until she had put the whole length of it out of sight. The three brothers standing around the bed gave them a round of applause. Jack never forgot that moment—his sexual experiences thus far had been inexpert, difficult, unsatisfying … and shallow. Now for the first time his full length was surrounded by the warmth of a woman’s soft, tight, welcoming pussy, and he never thought he could feel so good.


· This lady did something strange after bringing Jack to a massive climax. She heaved herself off him, reluctantly, and asked Doug to fetch a tape measure. ‘Right, let’s see you all at full attention! It’s some time since I inspected you three boys, and now we have a new recruit!’ And indeed none of them, least of all Jack, had any problems coming swiftly to attention; she licked her lips at the sight of these four superlatively well-endowed men and got to work with her tape measure. She was painstaking in her application and attention to detail. Length, obviously, topside, side, underside. Girth at four of five specified points. She’d obviously been through this before with these boys. Length of head. Circumference of their bulky ball sacks. Then she did some calculations in her note book. At last she looked up. ‘I’ll have to check my previous records to see if you gorgeous boys are still breaking new records, but let me give you one piece of information: you four boys between you have just over 54 inches of prime beautiful beef. Thick cut. Or thick uncut in one case. That’s a statistic the world should know, don’t you think? The boys agreed, and their heads—all eight of them!—nodded enthusiastically.

· The boys decided on a name for themselves after that. They became ‘Full Deck’, FD for short, i.e. a full deck of cards including two jokers. Though really as Doug pointed out, all four of them were jokers in their different ways. The name caught on, and it was always good to see girls’ reactions when at first they refused to tell them the reason for the name, and then pestered too much, finally revealed it. The Ransome house that year was the scene of some wild parties, but FD were also capable of just going out for a few beers and enjoying one another’s company playing pool.


Mark said that this was how things were right up to the end of that college year, as the first summer vacation began for his dad. Kathy and Chloe came in to see how their steaks were, and to see if the guys would like any female attention: ‘Hey, you guys need a bit of loving up, we think!’ Jason smiled, and looked at Mark for his agreement—Mark felt Junior begin to resume his erection so nodded too. This was a new experience! A great meal, a friend listening attentively to his weird story, and now Junior receiving kisses up and down his length from Kathy, who was kneeling under the table.

Was Mark up to multi-tasking? He did his best to finish his story, as he finished his steak and salad, washed down with beer, and as he felt Junior respond to Kathy’s caresses.

‘My dad had such a great year that year. He met the guy who was to become a great life-long friend. He met his brothers, Joe and Rob, who are also great friends. He lost his virginity, in the sense of being able to fuck with all of his cock instead of just a small fraction of it.’

‘But the biggest thing still hadn’t happened. In September, just before the start of the next semester, my Dad flew back from New York early, to spend a weekend with Doug. This time his parents were there—and so was his sister Claudia, back from Oxford. You can probably guess what happened next.' 'Jack and Claudia fell in love?' 'They did, very fast. And that is why I have three uncles to whom I am very close, Uncle Doug, Uncle Rob and Uncle Joe. And it sort of explains the appearance of this gentleman.'


Mark pointed through the glass table top to where Junior's head was now brushing up underneath Jason's salad plate.