For the Love of Big Cocks

For as long as I can remember, I have been enamored with big cocks. I don’t know exactly when it started, or why, but as soon as I started getting interested in men, I thought about it. Its not; however, that I became a whore. I was scared shitless as a teen. My mom instilled the fact that I would probably get gonarea and die if I even touched a guy.

When I finally actually hooked up with a guy, things got worse. I really had no clue what was big, what was small, average or anything else, but I wanted to get in his pants so bad. I just wanted to see it, touch it, but I was too young and he was too freaked out by a girl being aggressive. With one hand on my boob, I reached for his crotch, and that about ended it. Only the feel of his cock under his denim was all I got.

Throughout middle school and most of high school most guys stayed away from me. My mom told me it was because they were intimidated, my friend told me it was because the guys thought I was a prude. All that changed my senior year. That’s when I started dating John. He was a great guy, and treated me like a lady. Mom liked him. Dad liked him, and I should have liked him. I did until we finally moved from dating to messing around.

You have to remember, I had gone years imagining dick, so when one late night at a party, we moved into an empty bedroom and I found myself naked and on my knees between his legs, I was a bit let down. It was the First Time I had ever seen a dick, let alone had one in my mouth, and the entire time I was just wondering if he was average or small or what. Even when he came it took me a while to bring myself back into the moment. For the next few weeks, I continued to blow him. I got into it, actually enjoyed it, but every time I wondered about size. What would it be like if he was thicker? Longer? Came more? Came harder? Tasted different? It was a whirlwind. Then when my curiosity couldn’t grow anymore, we finally had sex. Then it started all over again.

For the rest of high school, I was a good girlfriend. I never cheated on him, had sex when he wanted, and never really asked for anything. I liked having a boyfriend. Loved being treated right, and most people thought we would marry and have kids and the whole deal.

So two things led me down the slippery slope. First, I broke up with John and went to college across the country. Second, I got a room alone with the internet. I grew up on the east coast, and I wanted to get as far away from him as I could, so I decided to go to California for school.

The few weeks were hard. I was away from home for the first time, met all knew people, and tried to be a different person than I was at home, but after a few weeks all was well. I had a bunch of new friends and was getting a social life. That’s when it happened. We were at a party and having a good time. I danced. I drank, a lot. Danced some more with a series of strange guys, and was having one of the best nights of my life. But I had to pee. It hit me all of a sudden, so I almost ran to the bathroom, but there was a line, so I went up stairs and started looking for a bathroom, anywhere to pee. First door was an empty bedroom, second a closet, and then the third, the door that would change my life. I know what your thinking, but you cant imagine what happened. I opened the door and found before me a guy sitting in an office chair with a girl completely naked on her knees in front of him. When they heard me open the door, she let the dick come from her mouth, and it smacked against his stomach. His dick was huge. It was what I had imagined. He was easily twice John’s length, and super thick. I stood transfixed. I couldn’t move. They looked at me, laughed, and he told me to come join them or close the door. She started sucking him again before I closed the door, and shutting it slowly, I saw the smile as he watched my eyes disappear behind the closing door.

I found the bathroom, but that had made the evening. I saw her later on the dance floor but couldn’t spot him. On the way home, I told my friends what I had seen. They told me that was horrible that she would just blow someone like that, that giving head was nasty, that they did it but didn’t like it, just about everything but being excited how big he was.

I was drunk. Alone in my room. It was two in the morning. The hallways were dark, there was no noise. I got online and went to a chat room. Most were fake people. The first guy I found was older, married. Second guy was younger, but far away. Third was jackpot. He lived on campus. He was cute, great body, and Black. When he sent me a picture of his cock, I asked where he lived. I told him what I wanted, told him the situation I had in mind, and then told him to get ready.

I was embarrassed. Scared to death. In exchange for what I wanted, he simply wanted me to come without a bra on.