The Biggest Dick of All
By: Unknown (Please email me if you do)

I had only been going to this gym for a few weeks since I'd moved to the city. It wasn't a bad gym, but the people weren't very friendly. I'd gotten used to the easy camaraderie of all my friends in the gym in my old hometown. Here I was the new kid on the block, and although a lot of people would size me up, no one wanted to hold a friendly conversation. The gym was at the edge of the queer part of town, but the gym itself seemed pretty mixed; so although guys tended to cruise each other, it was in a very standoffish manner. No skin off my teeth. I come here to work out, and I don't care for the attitude of the muscle boys that spend more time posing than lifting weight. Picking up guys in the gym never seems to turn out very well in any case.

I was in good shape, and decent size I guess; at about 6-feet tall and 190 pounds, my body was lean and hard, but I wasn't bursting with muscle the way a lot of the gym hounds were. I was more concerned with overall health than building huge slabs of muscle, but I have to admit that some of these guys really knew how to carry their muscle and I enjoyed looking at some of these huge guys. But there was no talking to them. It just wasn't that friendly a gym.

There was one guy who would usually be there about the time I arrived for my workout, but he rarely stayed long after I arrived. At 6'6" and probably 260 lbs., he wasn't the biggest guy in the gym (there were at least three I'd seen who were larger), but anything he might have lacked in size (not much) he made up for in attitude. He was one of those guys who seems even larger than he really is, just by sheer force of personality. Of course he was classically handsome, with a square jaw, dark hair and blue eyes. He had just enough body hair in all the right places to give him a rugged and manly look. His body was large, lean, and solid--large enough to hold huge slabs of muscle and still look incredibly well proportioned, even though his muscle mass was probably nearly twice the size of mine. It was my favorite physique, one I'd only seen on men once or twice before: large, large slabs of solid muscle, but so compact and so lean that there was no way he could be considered "fat," or even "stocky," the way a lot of bodybuilders look when they get so huge that their muscles lose shape, form, and definition.

When he walked into the weight room, any conversation that was going on between old regulars would just stop. People would glance at him and look away. Everything became serious and quiet. If he wanted to use a press or machine that someone was already on, he just walked over to it. They wouldn't say a word to him, they'd just pick up their towel or water bottle and move on to another station. I suppose he thought he had a commanding presence. I thought he was an ass hole.

An evening came, as I thought it probably would, when he came over to my station. I was using the leg press, lifting 500 lbs. He stood over me as started into the set, glaring down at me. The gym seemed to grow even quieter and tenser. I just kept going with the lifts. When he realized I wasn't going to move for him, he just sneered at me and leaned against the machine and waited for me to finish. After I was done, he slammed another 400 lbs. onto the rack and started pumping the rack up and down with a vengeance. One regular looked at me and just shook his head. I chuckled. This jerk seems to have had the whole gym running scared for no reason until I started working out here.

One night I got in to the gym late, only about a half hour before closing, so I was going to have to cut my workout short. I focused mostly on the rowing machines, but I wanted to get in some work on my arms as well. The gym was nearly deserted, but I noticed that Mr. Attitude was hard at work with squats. He was here quite a bit later than usual. I chose to ignore him and started working on my triceps. A few minutes before closing everyone except Mr. Attitude and I had left the weight room. I had moved on to the bench press. I was only doing 250, and although I can go a bit higher than that, I don't like to without a spotter. Near the end of my third set, Mr. Attitude came over and stood above me with that sneer on his face.

"Don't you think you should have a spotter on this?" he asked.

"I'm fine," I grunted as I lifted the bar. He grabbed the bar and pressed it back down against me. My arms held the bar steady for a moment, but then weakened as he leaned against it and pressed the bar down to my chest. I could feel the weight of the bar, and him behind it, but although he pinned me tight to the bench he didn't press down any harder.

"What the fuck to you think you're doing?"

He smiled at me then, still something of a sneer, but a little lighter than before. "How'd you like to have sex with the biggest dick you'll ever see?"

I glanced involuntarily to his crotch, but the baggy sweatpants didn't reveal anything unusual.

"Don't know," I said. "Is it as big as your ego?"

He snorted and pushed the bar against my chest, and then just as quickly picked it up, pulling it out of my hands and dropping into its cradle where it bounced twice as I ducked away from the bench, but the bar didn't fall out of its rack.

"C'mon," he said to me and turned around and walked out of the room.

I took my time walking into the locker room where I grabbed a towel and started to strip. Mr. Attitude walked up to me again with a gym bag in hand and said, "Don't shower. You're going to be sweaty again in no time. Just get your stuff and let's go."

"You don't waste any time, do you?" I said as I opened my locker to get my stuff. "My name's Joe."

"I don't need to know your name to fuck you," he said. "This isn't a relationship. You either want it or you don't."

"You're a real bastard," I said, but looking him over, I was starting to get hot. There was something really appealing about his coarse approach, and I was beginning to think maybe a one nighter might be worth it after all.

"Maybe," he said, stepping up real close to me, so that if I wanted to meet his eyes I had to tilt my head back to see them. "But I'm a big bastard. Are you coming?"

He stared at me then, that same smirk playing about his lips, and I thought to my self, 'Why the fuck not? Should be fun for the evening;' so I said to him, "Sure."

We left the gym. He indicated with a nod of his head to the right, and we started walking up the block. It was dark, and there weren't many street lamps working as we walked down the street and turned into an alley a few blocks from the gym. From the back of the alley, he lead me up an old wooden staircase to the third floor, where he opened a door and we stepped into his apartment. He flipped on a dim light, and I could see that it was a large studio apartment, with an oversized king bed against one wall, and a large weight set taking up most of the rest of the open space. He probably only came to the gym to show off, because it looked like he had everything he needed here for his own personal gym. There was a small kitchenette to one side, the sink stacked with dirty dishes, and a narrow door next to the kitchen that I assumed led to the bathroom. The bathroom door was so narrow that this guy would never be able to walk through it face front. He would have to turn sideways and probably duck his head as well, because the door was a bit shorter than the usual 6'8" frame.

I turned to him, not certain how to begin things, but he reached out and grabbed my tank top by the collar and literally ripped the shirt of my body.

"Hey!" But before I could protest further, he grabbed me and started kissing me, his large tongue forcing its way into my mouth and taking up nearly all the space my mouth had to give as he thrust it in. In spite of the abruptness, it wasn't a bad kiss. Then he stuck one big hand in my shorts and grabbed my cock and balls and started massaging them. Any remaining softness I'd had there was gone as my cock rose to its full 7 inches. I tried to respond in kind, but he had both my arms pinned tight with his other arm wrapped all the way around me. I wasn't going anywhere.

"Take my shirt off," he said when he finally pulled his tongue out of the depths of my mouth and stepped back a pace, letting me go. Fair is fair, I figured, so I grabbed his shirt by the collar and yanked it. The shirt stretched and came up, bunching under his arm pits, but it didn't rip. He just laughed at this. "I can see it's going to be fun playing with you," he said.

He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt and sweatpants. I did the same. Naked, his cock hung between legs that were as large and as solid as small trees. Still soft, his cock didn't seem unreasonably large, although it looked like it had potential for growth. It was thick and his balls were large, but I didn't think it was the biggest I'd ever seen and I said so. He grunted with that sneer on his face again and said, "We'll see about that."

Then he grabbed me and picked me up. I'm not small and I'm not light, but I swear that to him it he might as well have been lifting a child's doll, for all my weight seemed to trouble him. The next thing I knew, we were down on the bed, with him on top of me, pressing into me with his chest and thighs, and then his huge tongue came at me again, licking at my lips until it wormed into my mouth and I could actually feel him reaching to the back of my throat. His weight and his tongue were making it hard to breathe, but it was so hot to be squirming under his giant weight that I didn't really care.

Then he rolled over, pulling me on top, and withdrawing his tongue. "Fuck me," he said.

That was a surprise. I hadn't expected to get a moment's control out of this tonight, but then I realized that his whole macho Mr. Attitude act must just be a big cover-up. I didn't mind. It would be a thrill to top this huge guy. He gave me some lube, and I greased up my cock and his hole, noticing as I did that he was still soft. I wondered what it was going to take to get him going, and I decided that I'd give it to him.

I went into to him pretty easily, he seemed eager to have me there, and I started pumping away. But then, a moment later, he put his hands around my waist and pulled me out, lifting me up into the air, over his body. "Hey!" I protested again, because I'd really been getting into it.

"Sorry," he shrugged. "You're just not big enough. You're barely tickling me. This isn't any fun."

I must have looked indignant, as he held me there above him, because he chuckled and said, "Don't worry! You'll get down there again later on. I've got something else for you to try. I guarantee you'll like it."

With that, he lowered me down onto his chest, my cock coming to rest in the groove between his massive pecs. The hair on his chest was downy and soft and tickled my cock as it squirmed in the valley of his pecs. He wrapped one arm around my lower back, and the other just below my butt, and then he flexed his chest. I was in heaven. The feeling of his pecs tightening and gripping my cock was incredible. Keeping his chest flexed so that he held my rod in the tight channel in the middle of his chest, he started to push my body up and down with his arms. I didn't have to move at all, and I was in ecstasy.

Then I felt something between my legs. Like a snake, his member had finally come to life, and I felt it bumping and throbbing as it grew and made it's way up between my legs until finally it was bumping and pressing against the hole between my legs. I couldn't tell how large it had grown, but it seemed to me that it had reached a respectable size. It leaked precum, and things were getting wet and sticky between my legs. I was certain that it was larger than my own cock. But that didn't matter, because my own cock was very very happy.

I don't know how long we'd been at it, but I was ready to explode. I tried to warn him, but the only sound I could make was grunts and gasps. I was incapable of talking. Then suddenly, he shoved me down onto his monster cock. It went in, and seemed to expand and just keep going in and in. I howled and exploded, my cum burst forth onto his chest and spewed all over. He pushed me on down, until he must have been all the way in me, and my face lay on his chest, now sticky with my own cum. And he kept on pumping me up and down on his cock. I was insensible, riding up and down, trying to get used to the sensations and squirming and wiggling as best I could as he held me tight, clamped to his body.

I finally found a rhythm, and he began pumping in earnest. I don't for how long. It began to feel like a pressure was building up inside of me and outside of me, and I thought he must be near to cumming. I felt like I was trapped in a vice as he squeezed tighter and tighter. And then it felt like I was beginning to get crushed. I tried to tell him to stop, but again I could only gasp. The pressure grew so great that I started to black out. Then I heard him groan really loud, and I felt my body thrust forward, coming off of his cock, almost as if I'd been blown off a geyser.

I lay on his chest, under his heavy arms, and gasped for breath, feeling the weight of his cock on the back of my legs as it twitched and spewed forth copious amounts of his cum onto me. I tried to sit up, and something felt wrong. He loosened his grasp on me and let me sit up, stroking my shoulders and chest with one hand, but the hand was as big as my whole chest. His chest, the one I was sitting one was as large and wide as a horse. Somehow, during our sex, he had grown. No, that wasn't it. I had shrunk. I guessed I might be about three feet tall, and I was now sitting on this giant's chest.

He was looking at me with that sneer again, and he patted me on the head with a hand that could cover my face. "You make a great toy," he said.

"What the hell? What have you done to me?" I yelled.

He laughed and said, "I'm shrinking you."

"Put me back!" I demanded.

"I don't think so. We're not done yet. Here, I want you to meet somebody." With that he picked me up and turned me around. I was face to face with cock that was now almost half my size.

"Joe, meet Dick," He laughed again. "You didn't believe me when I told you that you were going to have sex with the biggest dick you'll ever see, did you? What do you think now?"

There was no denying that whatever his original proportions were (and they had not been small), his dick was definitely the biggest I had ever seen.

"Time to play some more, toy," he said, and with that he turned me around and placed me between his giant thighs, crossing his legs at the ankles so that I was trapped between his crossed legs with only my arms and head free above the bulging muscles of his quads. "Worship my cock, toy."

He squeezed me between his thighs, and I gasped painfully for breath. Not sure what to do, I reached up and started stroking the lower half of his cock with my hands.

"My balls too, toy. Lick them." And so I started licking balls that were as big as volleyballs in front of my face. After a while, stroking what little I could reach of his cock with my hands, and licking and nuzzling his balls with my whole face, I started to enjoy it a bit. It was kind of fun. From above me came first giggles, and then gasps and sighs, and I could tell that he was enjoying it. Then his large hand closed around both my arms, pinning them to his throbbing cock, and he started working his cock with both hands, and my arms trapped underneath. His sighs changed to moans, and as he jacked off, he started thrashing and thrusting more, and his thighs contracted and squeezed me. Soon I could barely breathe. His legs kept growing tighter and tighter around me, and I felt a horrible compression beginning.

The giant was going strong now, laboring like a locomotive. "Huhn, huhn, huhn," he groaned with each thrust. I got dizzy, and just when I thought I was going to pass out, I heard him yell, and then he loosened his thighs. I slid down between his legs, still dizzy and trying to stand. When I did, I rose only head and shoulders above his huge, round thighs. I was now only a little over a foot tall. He was leaning back against the pillows and grinning at me.

"Hi there, toy. Boy, you sure are a lot of fun," he said.

I was enraged. Without thinking, I just balled up my hand and hit him as hard as I could in the side of his leg. It was like hitting a steel wall. "Ow!" I yelled, and shook my hand.

Then he grabbed me. In only one hand, he held me up, and most of my body was enclosed in his grasp. "None of that, toy. We're having fun here, let's keep it that way."

He cupped his palm, still holding me, and took a look at me. Then he licked me, from top to bottom, with that huge tongue of his. It was hot and wet, slimy with saliva. I grimaced and tried to wipe my face.

"What should I do with you now, toy?" he asked, and then grinned at me. "I know what we'll play. Human dildo!"

Before that could even register, he lowered me down between his legs again. "I told you that you'd get down here again."

But I'd never imagined it would be like this. He held me around my chest, and with his other hand he squeezed my legs together and started pushing me, feet first, into his hole. I tried to struggle, but I couldn't even move. He slid me in, moaning a bit as he did so, up past my waist, and then even up to my chest. Then he looked at me with a bit of a frown.

"Hmmm. I think your shoulders are too wide. I didn't realize how broad your shoulders are. You're not going to fit all the way in. I know," he pulled me out until I was only trapped in his hole from about the waist down. "Wrap your arms around my balls and cock. You can be a dildo and a cock ring at the same time."

When I didn't respond he said, "Do it. Or I guarantee, broad shoulders or not, you'll go all the way in."

So I wrapped my arms around his balls and cock. By the time he got himself adjusted the way he wanted, his heavy balls, now the size of extra-large beach balls, were above my head, and my face was jammed up against the underside of his cock beneath the balls. The shaft I held was so thick around that I could barely hold my hands together. I could barely breathe, and I couldn't see anything. The smell of his musky manhood was overpowering. Then he began to jack off again. The feeling of his hands pumping up and down the tremendous shaft was violent and frightening. Every now and again he would reach down and grab his balls, massaging them and pressing them into me.

His moans started building again and his hole constricted against my waist, squeezing me. I thrashed and kicked, stuck in his hole as I was, but that only seemed to intensify his pleasure as he moaned louder and the violence of his stroking grew faster. I couldn't hold his shaft any more and my hands fell loose. That incredible squeezing compression came again, and this time I think I actually felt myself shrinking as his hole compressed around me and tried to pull me in. I pushed and kicked, and then suddenly the compression was gone and I spilled out of his hole, falling down to the bed between his legs. The violent rocking of the bed had subsided, and I could hear the giant gasping and panting above me as his orgasms subsided for the third time.

I started crawling toward the two raised pillars in the distance that were his feet. I had no good gauge to measure myself with, but I thought I must only be about six inches tall now. I didn't even make it to his knees before the giant sat up and said. "TOY? WHERE'D YOU GO? AHHH! THERE YOU ARE!"

I stood and tried to run, but his hand was there almost before I'd even taken the steps, and I was yanked mercilessly into the air so quickly that my head spun. He brought me up to eye level and looked me over carefully.

"YOU'RE GETTING SO TINY, TOY. WHAT DO YOU THINK WE SHOULD DO NOW?" His awful smirk appeared again. Gigantic in dimension, that smirk consumed my whole view, and I swore that if I ever got away from him, that I would never pick up a guy in a gym again.

"I KNOW. LET'S PLAY COWBOYS!" He dropped me down onto his gargantuan cock. "RIDE'EM PARDNER!"

His cock was just enormous. It was softening a bit from his last round, but the thing still nearly reached to his pecs. It would have been a huge cock under normal circumstances. As it was, there was no measuring the thing. He was calling it his bucking bronco, but I was reminded more of the giant sandworms in the _Dune_ movies. At first I just sat there, but the first time that he whistled and flexed his cock, I almost flew off it and I leaned forward in a panic and wrapped my arms and legs around it as best I could. He kept twitching and flexing his cock, shouting yeehaw, and watching me try to ride the thing. I slid up and down it a bit, and finally found better purchase near the head, grabbing those folds of skin that tend to wrinkle up a bit more under the head, where the foreskin would have been if he'd had one.

At some point the yeehaws changed to moans again, and his thrusts grew more rhythmic. Then suddenly his giant hands were there, wrapping his cock and wrapping me. One hand could now completely cover me where I was, up near the head of the cock. And then he started stoking. I slid with his hand, moving a few inches (actually, several feet to me) up and down, as the pressure slowly grew and his hands squeezed his cock tighter and tighter. His gasps and moans came in shorter and shorter bursts, and the pressure grew and grew. There was nothing I could do. He squeezed and squeezed, and finally yelled again.

When he moved his hand away from his cock I went with it, lodged between two fingers in a huge glob of cum. He found me there and sneered once again. He held me out to his cock. "NOW THAT'S A BIG DICK, WOULDN'T YOU SAY?"

I was smaller than his fingers. Barely as long as one joint of them. I might have been about an inch or so tall. He held me close to his piss slit, which looked about 3 feet wide to me, and rubbed me against a few remaining drops of cum. Then suddenly, he turned my body and wedged me into the slit, feet first. He moaned loudly as he pushed me in. I was too exhausted to put up much of a struggle. He pushed me in all the way up to my chest. Only my arms and head were free of his cock. I couldn't believe it. I was now so small that I'd been thrust down a giant's piss slit. And this giant was so horny that he was already at it again, stroking himself with both hands for the fifth time in this endless night.

His cock seemed more than happy to oblige. It seemed to twitch and thrust with a life all it's own. It bumped up against his pecs--the same pecs that had once cradled my own cock, and were now as big as mountains to me. The giant looked at me in his cock and sneered at me. Then he leaned forward and licked the head of his cock. His tongue was about five times my size. It was like getting licked with a giant sopping wet heavy rug. He licked twice, and then a third time. Then he shifted his body, and I felt his lower back angle up and I heard a loud thump as he braced his feet against a wall. He leaned forward again, and swallowed the entire head of his own cock in his mouth. It was vast and dark and hot and wet. I was trapped in his cock and sealed in his mouth as he started sucking himself off. His huge tongue rolled and prodded at the cockhead, moving all over my face and arms as it roamed. I started kicking and struggling again. The only result this achieved was that he started pumping the rest of his cock more furiously with his hands. The groans that rolled up from his throat echoed roundly in his mouth like a cave full of a thousand giant grizzlies, and he kept on sucking. I could feel his cock head swelling around me.

There was a bright flash of light, and suddenly his cock was out of his mouth again. The giant gasped and breathed in heavy pants, just a few inches from my face as his cock whipped and thrashed furiously in its pleasurable ordeal. His glazed eyes focused on me in his cockhead for a moment. Then he said, "I HAVE GOOD AIM."

I felt a rumbling explosion build beneath me, and as his cum came jetting forth, I shot into the air. The last thing I saw was the gaping void of his mouth, outlined by his bright, shining white teeth.

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