Size Queen
By: Semibu
Only scraping in as a Mr Average himself, Mike had an obsession with massive members. A bit of a charmer, he’d managed to talk himself into bed with numerous big boys. But he always wanted more. He’d had his eye on Wayne for weeks. Wayne, 6 foot 5 inches tall, well built and tough looking was to be Mike’s next conquest – and he was looking particularly gorgeous tonight in his over-sized baggy trousers and hugging T-shirt. Mike had spoken to him there in the bar now and then, at least enough for them to know each other’s name, but, as ever, Mike wanted more. Eventually he plucked up the courage to ask Wayne back to his place. Wayne had always drank alone and invariably left the bar alone. So Mike was a little confused as to why at first the handsome hunk was reluctant to take him up on his offer. Surely he was after some action, otherwise why would he hang out there so regularly? The conversation was fruitful. Wayne had been quite shy at first. Mike couldn’t understand why. After all, this guy stood nearly a foot over him. He should have had all the confidence in the world. Eventually, he agreed.
“I haven’t seen you down the gym,” said Mike as the two finished their beer. “So how do you keep in shape if you don’t go to the gym?”
“I keep to a sensible diet,” explained Wayne. “And I do a lot of running. Anyway, I don’t do gyms.”
“Oh?”
“Thing is, and you were going to find out anyway,” confided Wayne, “I’m too embarrassed to strip off in a roomful of other guys.”
“Embarrassed?” quizzed Mike. “How can a giant of a guy like you be embarrassed?”
“Because of the size of my dick.” Wayne blushed.
“Oh, I see,” pondered Mike, wishing he’d never invited Wayne back. “Well, that’s not important, Wayne. I’m cool with that. After all,” he chuckled, “It’s not the size that matters – it’s what you do with it!”
The cab ride home was a quiet one. Wayne wondering what Mike would do when he saw his penis, and Mike wondering how he could possibly get himself aroused. At Mike’s apartment, the two had a glass of water each as they sat chatting on the sofa. Mike was beginning to wish that Wayne would call it a night and go home – especially after describing his humiliating experiences at school and college whenever sport resulted in communal showers. Even his doctor had cracked jokes. Mike decided it was time to make a move and get this over and done with. He told Wayne to make himself comfortable in the bedroom while he took a leak. Splashing the pan, he looked down at his very own Mr Average and hoped upon hope that he could perform. Thoughts of finding a long-term, well-endowed partner entered his head.
“Holy shit!” exclaimed Mike on entering the bedroom and finding Wayne already naked and sprawled across the bed with his hands behind his head.
“Sorry, man,” smiled Wayne. “I did warn you.”
Mike was stunned into momentary silence. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Wayne’s weapon was at least 20 inches long and not even erect. It reminded him of an anaconda. The thick foreskin seemed to move of its own accord, still hiding the helmet within. The entire fat blue-veined length seemed to pulse and ripple restlessly. His vast wrinkled ball bag spread out between his open legs.
“It’s too big for fucking,” added Wayne, “and too big for sucking.”
“Wow!” sighed a now rather nervous Mike as he sat down bewildered at the foot of the bed. “So just how big does this thing get?”
“Big,” boasted Wayne, tugging at his pubic forest and stirring the monster. “I mean, massive. But no erection, I’m afraid.”
“Why not?” Mike’s eyes were running up and down the amazing appendage.
“Are you kidding,” laughed Wayne. “This thing would drain all the blood from my head and body if I got a stiffy. I’d pass out. But it does get bigger.” Wayne looked to the ceiling through half-closed eyes as his penis twitched and grew. “It may be too big for fucking and sucking but it’s not too big for a damned good licking.”
“It’s beautiful, Wayne - Completely and utterly breath-taking.”
“Breath-taking? Yeah, sorry about the smell,” apologised Wayne. “I get tired just washing it.” He paused. “Well?”
“Well what?
“Are you going to lick it clean for me?”
By now Wayne’s penis had expanded to the size of a third leg, only much thicker. His sac had doubled in mass – the bulk of its contents, two testicles the size of watermelons, clearly visible through the slack skin. Soon, the foreskin-covered tip touched Mike’s knee. He flinched.
“I don’t know what to say, Wayne,” he confessed. “This is my every dream come true. I’m sorry to say that I only go for big dicks. I’ve slept with some real dogs just to get screwed by a 12-incher.” He took a deep breath. “But this…”
“Mike,” said Wayne insistently, “Get down there, peel back the cover and give me some licking – have some fun!”
Mike slumped to the floor, placed both hands around the throbbing tip and pushed. As the skin moved back, the strong smells of stale urine and old cum wafted up. Wayne assisted momentarily by reaching down and yanking. Soon, the huge purple head was revealed in all its shining dripping glory. As Mike pushed his face into its hot surface and began serving, Wayne released his grip. His foreskin flopped down and engulfed Mike’s head. Mike was struggling for air and buzzing from the now intense manly aromas. He persevered for as long as he could then pulled away.
“Whoa,” he exclaimed, with a strong irresistible taste on his lips and tongue. “My entire head has just been under your foreskin, Wayne. Isn’t that a bit freaky?”
“Sure,” Wayne giggled, yanking back to again reveal his huge shiner. “Go for it again,” he suggested. “Better still, fist my piss slit.”
Wayne groaned with glee as Mike inserted his hand into the now yawning gap, the mighty monster seemed to quiver and grow even more. As Mike slid in his forearm and elbow, he couldn’t fathom out how a guy could have such a talent. But how did it get to such dimensions? Where did all the extra tissue come from? And what was that suction? Mike panicked and pulled his arm free.
“Fuck!” Mike wiped his precum-smothered arm on the sheets. “It was like trying to drag me in!”
“Sure was.” Wayne propped himself up against the headboard. “Hey, if you want a real wild sensation, why don’t you stick your feet in there?”
“Yeah?” Mike was getting helplessly aroused and playing with his hardening Mr Average. “Wow, Wayne, this is something else!”
Using both hands, Wayne heaved on his over-grown cock leaving room at the foot of the bed for Mike to get into position. Wayne tugged again pulling back his foreskin and revealing that eager slit another time. Mike was almost at the point of frenzy as he inserted his cold feet into the hot dick mouth. There was a gentle squelch as his lower legs sank deep into the welcoming tunnel. There was a moment’s pause with Wayne leaning against the headboard, his legs impossibly wide, and Mike sitting at the end of the bed, his feet and lower legs jammed up the formidable love muscle. Mike, leaning back on one hand, began to stroke himself up with the other. The two men made eye contact. Mike’s face was one of confused ecstasy, Wayne’s one of relaxed satisfaction. Mike fell back as the pulsating penis jolted and jerked. In one sudden spasm he was drawn in up to his waist, his legs expanding Wayne’s member from within.
“Oh, wow!” Mike was thrilled. He looked down at the oozing slit surrounding his lower body. “This is phenomenal.” Although a tight squeeze, the sensation of all that smooth, slimy inner flesh wrapped around him was driving him insane. “This is what my life has been leading up to. It doesn’t get much better than this! My dick is actually inside YOURS!”
Mike’s dream-come true suddenly turned into his worst nightmare as the ravenous shaft jolted again. Another spasm had soon sucked him up to his chest. He pushed down frantically against the gleaming mushroom and surrounding foreskin. Wayne laughed loudly as he watched Mike’s expression change from pleasure to alarm. He took a sharp intake of breath as Mike’s arms slipped within, then sighed with delight as his victim sank another few inches. Suddenly, the fat sweaty snake began to lift. Mike was looking around for some explanation, his eyes darting from Wayne’s evil grin to that thick forest of wiry hair and down to gigantic balls that now seemed to be moving in their sticky bag. In just a few seconds, Wayne was again flat on his back with his hands behind his head, his now bulging penis vertical with Mike’s head and shoulders protruding.
“Wayne, what are you doing?” squealed Mike. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not doing anything,” gloated Wayne. “I’m just lying back and watching my beautiful big fat dick devouring a worthless little size queen.”
“Wayne,” Mike’s breathing was becoming rapid and shallow. “Pull me out! This thing stinks! You’re crushing me!”
Wicked Wayne grabbed hold of the anaconda and sniggered at the sight of red-faced Mike struggling, his form now visible down the entire length of his magnificent man-eater. Mike couldn’t believe another man’s cock was eating him alive - His biggest fear being what would happen to him once completely engulfed.
“What are you going to do with me?” demanded the pathetic Mike as the raw piss slit tightened about his neck. “What’s going to happen?”
“Let me see,” tormented Wayne. “I could suck you into my bladder and let you drown in my piss.”
“No!” Mike was screaming. “Don’t drown me!” He spluttered. “Oh, man, the stench! Please don’t kill me!”
“Or I could suck you into my sac, snuff you, turn you into jizz and jerk you out over your nice clean sheets – you’ll be one fantastic wad of steaming cum.”
“No!”
“Yeah! It’ll feel so cool with you squirming in my bag, slowly losing it, slowly but surely overcome by the heat, and the weight of my nuts pressing down on you. I’m going to trash you for my sexual pleasure.”
“Wayne, no!” Mike’s head was beginning to disappear, his entire body clenched by firm muscle and coated in stinking slime. “Please, Wayne, before it’s too late. Don’t suffocate me!”
“Stay calm,” suggested Wayne as he massaged his weapon and feeling his victim’s contours and useless efforts to break free. “You won’t suffocate for a while – not until my nut bag decides to contract and I start to process you. Then you’ll be crushed and suffocated all at the same time! See you later, cock food!”
Mike was unable to speak as his chin, mouth and nostrils were enveloped and Wayne’s reeking foreskin slid upwards and closed over Mike’s crown. He was in darkness. Suddenly, the colossal member flexed and rippled, swallowing Mike all the way down. Wayne’s moaned with delight as he watched the bulge sliding towards the thick fat base and then vanish. Moments later, his sac expanded to accommodate its wriggling catch. He could only lay back and relax – Walking or even moving was impossible with a fully-grown man in there. There was nothing more to do but wait until morning when his bag had reduced and Mike had been converted into his next salty load. He reached down to the floor and pulled up the covers for a sound night’s sleep. As for Mike, he spent and hour or so rolled up in ball, spluttering and gasping for air in the darkness, heat and vile smells of his skin prison. He knew not why but he was again becoming aroused. Perhaps it was as he realised his own inferiority and came to terms with his fate. Eventually, after tossing himself off, dizziness and fatigue overcame him and he fell into unconsciousness.
By morning Wayne’s sac had returned to its usual size. He woke up and made for the bathroom for a leak. Still feeling sleepy, he returned to bed and jerked off. This was by far the best wank he’d ever had. He just kept on cumming, squirting high and splattering everywhere. Soaked in his own spunk, he fell back to sleep thinking of how perfect it had all been, how wonderful it was to have turned Mike into a few sticky stains. That was one size queen who likes eating dick, and one dick that likes eating size queens.