This story is fiction, are all characters named in the story.
* as I sat in the parking lot in my car, afraid to tell him which car I was in, my phone was dinging with angry texts from John*
“Really, dude?”
“You’re doing this again? I told you there’s nothing to be nervous about. You can just look at my cock if you want.”
“….smh, I’m going home dude. Lose my number, this is the last time you make me drive out here for nothing, you little bitch”.
I just couldn’t do it. As a straight guy in my early thirties, fresh off a breakup, I was watching more and more porn to numb the emotions and feel some level of excitement.
I had always had a slight curiosity for guys who are bigger than me, which is rare because, well not to brag, I am packing and 8.5x6.5 uncut monster. My girl and I were looking for a couple to potentially swap with, and that’s where John comes into the story.
John was 35 years, married, and a complete horn dog. My gf actually found him and his wife on tinder, and we spoke to him here and there for a few. He says his wife would be down to couple swap, but I saw right through his bullshit.
He was a horny fuck was trying to pork my girl. And when I say trying, I mean my phone (I had the tinder) was going off all day and night… when I’m at work, when I’m in a meeting full of board members, when I’m on my short lunch break. I would text him back and tell him to chill with the constant dick pics, but it was to no avail. They came, all day, one after another, for weeks at a time.
“I get it dude, you’re horny, but my wife and I are busy and not yet ready to meet up with you and you wife yet. If stop sending me your cock, I’ll try to squeeze you guys in for dinner this Friday at 7. And you do know I control the tinder right? My wife only sees what pics I showed her. Not all 80 you’ve sent since last week! Please man! I don’t need any more cocks in my inbox”.
He would literally respond to my texts with more dick pics, taken with a note he wrote that said “for Christie”, who was my 27 year old bartender girlfriend, with tattoos and a huge ass and skinny waist. Long painted nails. The nerve of this guy!
I did not tell John that I was thinking about POSSIBLY enjoying my gf get plowed by him. I definitely wanted to see it, but I was trying to separate my porn brain from reality. Am I really going to have another man come over and fuck my gf? What if he shows up without his wife, saying she can’t make it tonight, and expects to get busy with my gf while I watch? I don’t know how I would really feel, watching my gf have to take a shower to wash another man’s cum off of her.
Part of me knew thats how it would go, but I knew I couldn’t go through with it in real life. Some hung, jacked bald man with a 9 inch hard cock and huge balls slapping my gf’s ass while she gets piped out? No way! I thought…. With my logical brain.
Sure enough, that didn’t last long, and I started to scroll John’s dick pics on my lunch break out of curiosity… okay okay, and excitement.
“Good afternoon guys! Look what I got here!” Attached was another new pic of this man’s cartoonishly large penis. It was as thick as my wrist, curved upward and facing the ceiling at almost a 90 degree angle, and the head was almost as big as my wife’s fist. His balls were the size of two clementines.
I thought it was photoshopped, until he sent us a video of him jacking off in his car.
Over the next few weeks, I found myself progressively turned on by the thought of this guys big cock fucking my wife, even if he pulled a bait and switch and showed up solo.
I was going to just go for it. That is when Christie and I began to really butt heads, bickering all day for the first time ever.. and we decided we should have some time apart.
Now I am lonely, horny, and I still have this fucking fuck machine of a man sending me pics of his meat rocket on the hour.
In the emotional space I was in, I wanted no part of it now, and I told him I would block him if he didn’t stop. I had lost my chance to watch this guy come over and take my gf to pound town in front of me. Without her even knowing I was secretly getting off on it.. oh well, that’s that’s.
My phone dinged again, and I had had enough and was going to finally block Mr big cock, as I now had no use for him. There was no way he would ever come over for a visit without my partying, cigarette smoking bartender ex gf there.
As I opened tinder to look at the final dick pic, to my surprise there was only text, no pic.
“Hey dude, I’m sorry to hear about you and Christie. I feel you man. But I have a little problem here on my end”.
What the fuck does this guy want now? Money? A favor? Me to be his fucking therapist or some shit?
“…What do you want John? I have a lot of work to do here”.
“Well, when is your lunch break? Could we FaceTime for a bit?”.
Fuck, I thought to myself. I am not looking for a new friend or to be someone’s person to vent. That is what I needed at that time. But I said fuck it I’ll throw my headphones in and see what he has to say, why not.
“Give me twenty minutes, I’ll be heading out to my car”.
When I got to my car and dialed John’s number, I was still a little pissed that I was wasting my break talking to him, but also kind of-sort of excited about talking to him face to face. I still had thoughts of him pounding out Christie while I say “aw shucks, your wife couldn’t show up… im shit outta luck. I guess that means I’m watching”.
John quickly answered my FaceTime call, and was holding a blunt in one hand and his phone in the other.
Our FaceTime chat:
“Yo. How goes it bud?”
“Bud? Dude I’m five years younger than you”.
I felt as if he was trying to big me up, to belittle me by calling me “bud”.
John continued:
“Dude, you’re not the only one with girl problems now. My wife got invited to a cruise with her family, but it’s only with her aunts and female cousins. A girls trip. That leaves me here, alone…. Talking to you.
He sounded unenthused. I replied.
“John, you make me come out here on my break so you can tell me your wife is on vacation and you’re horny? And does a bear shit in the woods? What the fuck else is new?”
John got right to the point, and our communication took a drastic turn with his next response…
To be continued
* as I sat in the parking lot in my car, afraid to tell him which car I was in, my phone was dinging with angry texts from John*
“Really, dude?”
“You’re doing this again? I told you there’s nothing to be nervous about. You can just look at my cock if you want.”
“….smh, I’m going home dude. Lose my number, this is the last time you make me drive out here for nothing, you little bitch”.
I just couldn’t do it. As a straight guy in my early thirties, fresh off a breakup, I was watching more and more porn to numb the emotions and feel some level of excitement.
I had always had a slight curiosity for guys who are bigger than me, which is rare because, well not to brag, I am packing and 8.5x6.5 uncut monster. My girl and I were looking for a couple to potentially swap with, and that’s where John comes into the story.
John was 35 years, married, and a complete horn dog. My gf actually found him and his wife on tinder, and we spoke to him here and there for a few. He says his wife would be down to couple swap, but I saw right through his bullshit.
He was a horny fuck was trying to pork my girl. And when I say trying, I mean my phone (I had the tinder) was going off all day and night… when I’m at work, when I’m in a meeting full of board members, when I’m on my short lunch break. I would text him back and tell him to chill with the constant dick pics, but it was to no avail. They came, all day, one after another, for weeks at a time.
“I get it dude, you’re horny, but my wife and I are busy and not yet ready to meet up with you and you wife yet. If stop sending me your cock, I’ll try to squeeze you guys in for dinner this Friday at 7. And you do know I control the tinder right? My wife only sees what pics I showed her. Not all 80 you’ve sent since last week! Please man! I don’t need any more cocks in my inbox”.
He would literally respond to my texts with more dick pics, taken with a note he wrote that said “for Christie”, who was my 27 year old bartender girlfriend, with tattoos and a huge ass and skinny waist. Long painted nails. The nerve of this guy!
I did not tell John that I was thinking about POSSIBLY enjoying my gf get plowed by him. I definitely wanted to see it, but I was trying to separate my porn brain from reality. Am I really going to have another man come over and fuck my gf? What if he shows up without his wife, saying she can’t make it tonight, and expects to get busy with my gf while I watch? I don’t know how I would really feel, watching my gf have to take a shower to wash another man’s cum off of her.
Part of me knew thats how it would go, but I knew I couldn’t go through with it in real life. Some hung, jacked bald man with a 9 inch hard cock and huge balls slapping my gf’s ass while she gets piped out? No way! I thought…. With my logical brain.
Sure enough, that didn’t last long, and I started to scroll John’s dick pics on my lunch break out of curiosity… okay okay, and excitement.
“Good afternoon guys! Look what I got here!” Attached was another new pic of this man’s cartoonishly large penis. It was as thick as my wrist, curved upward and facing the ceiling at almost a 90 degree angle, and the head was almost as big as my wife’s fist. His balls were the size of two clementines.
I thought it was photoshopped, until he sent us a video of him jacking off in his car.
Over the next few weeks, I found myself progressively turned on by the thought of this guys big cock fucking my wife, even if he pulled a bait and switch and showed up solo.
I was going to just go for it. That is when Christie and I began to really butt heads, bickering all day for the first time ever.. and we decided we should have some time apart.
Now I am lonely, horny, and I still have this fucking fuck machine of a man sending me pics of his meat rocket on the hour.
In the emotional space I was in, I wanted no part of it now, and I told him I would block him if he didn’t stop. I had lost my chance to watch this guy come over and take my gf to pound town in front of me. Without her even knowing I was secretly getting off on it.. oh well, that’s that’s.
My phone dinged again, and I had had enough and was going to finally block Mr big cock, as I now had no use for him. There was no way he would ever come over for a visit without my partying, cigarette smoking bartender ex gf there.
As I opened tinder to look at the final dick pic, to my surprise there was only text, no pic.
“Hey dude, I’m sorry to hear about you and Christie. I feel you man. But I have a little problem here on my end”.
What the fuck does this guy want now? Money? A favor? Me to be his fucking therapist or some shit?
“…What do you want John? I have a lot of work to do here”.
“Well, when is your lunch break? Could we FaceTime for a bit?”.
Fuck, I thought to myself. I am not looking for a new friend or to be someone’s person to vent. That is what I needed at that time. But I said fuck it I’ll throw my headphones in and see what he has to say, why not.
“Give me twenty minutes, I’ll be heading out to my car”.
When I got to my car and dialed John’s number, I was still a little pissed that I was wasting my break talking to him, but also kind of-sort of excited about talking to him face to face. I still had thoughts of him pounding out Christie while I say “aw shucks, your wife couldn’t show up… im shit outta luck. I guess that means I’m watching”.
John quickly answered my FaceTime call, and was holding a blunt in one hand and his phone in the other.
Our FaceTime chat:
“Yo. How goes it bud?”
“Bud? Dude I’m five years younger than you”.
I felt as if he was trying to big me up, to belittle me by calling me “bud”.
John continued:
“Dude, you’re not the only one with girl problems now. My wife got invited to a cruise with her family, but it’s only with her aunts and female cousins. A girls trip. That leaves me here, alone…. Talking to you.
He sounded unenthused. I replied.
“John, you make me come out here on my break so you can tell me your wife is on vacation and you’re horny? And does a bear shit in the woods? What the fuck else is new?”
John got right to the point, and our communication took a drastic turn with his next response…
To be continued