German architecture student gets fucked by monster cock

When I moved to New York three years ago, I was far from knowing anything about those kind of official Gotham Homo Do’s and Don’ts. So when my best friend came to visit me shortly after my move, a trip to the West Side Club seemed a safe way to get a taste of the local goodies. Once past the dubious membership desk and after reluctantly checking in our state ID, we were in the sanctuary of what is Chelsea’s only remaining “sex club”. It didn’t take long for us to realize that we hadn’t exactly hit the SexLand jackpot: most of the guys were well into their fifties, and the flabby asses that were peeking at us from the cabins were desperately waiting for a filling of any sort; a favor neither of us was willing or able to do.

After doing round after round and some unsatisfactory oral here and there, we decided to defect the premises. While my friend was already showering, I got myself to do one last round – after all, the hefty entrance fee had to somehow be redeemed. It only took me a couple of steps to run into what I had thought until then was the stuff of legends. Lurking around the corner was guy who wasn’t exactly good looking – he was tall but he had a bit of a belly and his head was very round, crowned with curly black hair. He didn’t look like he was the most interesting or intelligent guy, but I hardly spent much time analyzing his face. My entire attention – and with it, my entire reason for being – revolved around what was all-too-visibly bulging underneath the towelette he had somewhat awkwardly wrapped around his hips, which threatened to surrender at any moment to the sheer force of his billowing dick. The expression on his face, a kind of contented naïveté, showed a complete lack of awareness about the incredible size of his dick. It made me think I had discovered a national treasure: a monster cock with the girth of the infamous Coke can, except with the length of two! It was so big, I had never seen anything like it, not even in specialized porn. Needless to say, I wasted no time. After a quick introduction (his name, of course, was John) we agreed to go to the cubicle he’d rented for two hours.

I sped back to the changing room to report to my friend. I knew he wanted to leave but I also knew what his reaction would have been in the same situation – he probably wouldn’t have even bothered to ask me. After I explained the scope of the situation, he sent me off with his blessing to blow, suck and fuck my brains out. I rushed back to John’s little sex suite, my heart almost skipping a beat. However, nothing prepared me for what was to come. The enormous dimensions of John’s cock actually turned out to be slightly problematic. As much as I would like to praise my deep-throat abilities, this was simply impossible. His dick was not only huge, it was also rock hard, which made sucking it without choking virtually impossible – and it wasn’t even half-way down my throat. Frankly, I couldn’t have cared less. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I wasn’t going to ruin it for mere lack of practice. I stroked it, I licked it, I sucked it, I gulped it – for me, in terms of dick time, there was no tomorrow. John observed my efforts somewhat impassively; it probably wasn’t the first time some skinny white boy was trying his utmost to deal with what was easily a 15” cock.

But while he was probably even slightly annoyed by the lack of what my mouth was capable of, the sheer impossibility of his dick turned me on even more. And my ass could feel the itchin’ too! Needless to say, even XXL condoms were hardly appropriate in this situation – just as it was needless to guess who was going to fuck whom. Much to John’s credit, I have to say that he knew exactly what to do. He slowly started to fuck me, very gently and with just the tip of his dick. It was more than what some deliver with their full dick. But a good bottom has his ambitions and I wasn’t done until it was in all the way. Even though that never quite happened (and I’m sure that there are tangible physical reasons for that), it was far up enough to make me feel like I was giving childbirth. At this point John threw all his top-sensitivity overboard and started humping me like an animal. It was hot and scary at the same time. He threw me from one end of the cabin to another, pressed me against the wall, flipped me upside down, pushed my head in the pillow and twisted my limbs in all directions. Halfway through his acrobatics, my ass went numb. When he eventually shot his cum all over my chest, I was somewhere between total bliss and the emergency room. I had already come ages ago. I quickly thanked him (it seemed as if hours had passed!) and tumbled back towards the locker room to tell my friend.