A handsome bodybuilder with a gigantic cock approached me on X and asked me to write a good Vore story. As a graying older man, I had no clue what ‘Vore’ was. He explained it to me. I thought, “Aha, that is not something Peter Schutes would write.” But it is something that his protégé, Adam Maxwell Bigglesworth, would write. So I put on my Bigglesworth persona and wrote this modern fairy tale.
Nick’s Hungry Dick
By Adam Maxwell Bigglesworth
Nick was too big to hide it, so he didn’t try. He had a monster cock, way too big for a quickie. Women didn’t interest him much. He liked boys, men, dudes, anything with a dick. He spent a lot of time in the gym showers showing off and watching the other men subtly bow in deference to his mighty cock. He’d never seen a bigger dick than his. He didn’t want to. He got off on his superiority.
Sex was problematic for Nick. He went to the baths and watched the men sucking and fucking. It got him hard. But even the greediest cock pig balked at Nick’s enormous meat. He got plenty of worshippers but no actual sex. The greedy boys would hold his cock in their arms, licking the tip, but none dared put more than the head in their mouth. And nobody could take him in the ass, or at least he had never found anyone willing to try. He got a lot of ‘no-thank-yous’ and a few ‘let-me-tries,’ but he never succeeded in fucking a man. He got the tip in once or twice, but that was it. His massive cockhead was big around as a beer can, but the shaft was even thicker, like a stack of large tomato cans. It was magnificent, powerful, and frustrating. He had so much pent-up sexual energy and nowhere to release it except between his two hands.
One midsummer day, to take his mind off of sex, he took his dick for a walk in an extensive nature preserve outside of town. The colossal cock bounced hard against his knee. He had to wear loose-fitting pants. If he wore something tight enough to hold his limp cock against his leg, it might split the seams when he got hard. The more his cock head banged against his knee, the more turned-on he got. The harder he got, the less his cock moved, and he would lose his hard-on until his cock started to swing. In a virtuous cycle of arousal, his cock swelled and shrank throughout his hikes.
The humidity and heat made him sweat. He was on a trail through a meadow, so the sun was unrelenting. Just as he wished for some shade, a path sprouted off, heading towards a copse of trees. He’d never noticed the trail before, so his curiosity won, and he took it. Soon, he was out of the blazing heat in a cool forest glade. A sparkling stream ran alongside the path. Nick stooped to cool his face, enjoying the water’s earthy scent. When he stood, he was startled by a rustling in the grass, followed by a high-pitched giggle.
“Who’s there?”
Only a tiny giggle drifted by on the breeze. Nick headed toward the giggle and saw a figure the size of a raccoon running through the tall grass.
“Wait!” He cried out.
The figure paused. Another tiny giggle erupted from the grass. Nick narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the shape in the dappled shade.
A white-haired little man, perhaps no more than a foot high, waved back at him.
Nick knelt down and held out a hand. “Hey, little guy, what are you doing here?”
The man smiled, revealing razor-sharp teeth. He gestured for Nick to follow, and so he did.
The little man led him deeper into the forest until all sunlight was gone. The earth was damp. Mushrooms grew from the rich soil at the foot of the trees. The little man stopped in front of a massive tree. The trunk was at least ten feet in diameter. It didn’t look like a native tree. Nick had never seen anything like it. The wee man picked a pink mushroom from the tree's base and held it out to Nick.
“Eat.” The tiny voice sounded like a squeaky door hinge.
“Are you sure? Is it safe?”
“Eat.” The little man insisted, shaking the mushroom until Nick took it. He looked at the delicate fungus, wondering if he should eat it. When he lifted it to smell for any poison, the tiny man flew up and forced it into Nick’s mouth.
Nick coughed, but it was too late. The mushroom was already in his esophagus. He had to swallow. The strange little man hung from Nick’s shirt collar, giggling.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Eat.”
“What did I eat?”
“Good.” The man was not exactly a poet. His one-word answers offered Nick little reassurance.
The man nibbled at Nick’s earlobe, which felt nice. He sat on a stump, letting the little creature move to his neck, then to the little patch of fur at the base of his neck.
“More.” The little man unbuttoned Nick’s shirt, revealing his huge chest. Standing on tiptoes in Nick’s lap, the little man nursed at a nipple, sending waves of pleasure straight to Nick’s mighty cock. Nick stared up at the dark canopy of trees above. They sparkled. The edges grew fuzzy, then turned into a cloud of pink smoke. He barely noticed the little man fumbling with his belt buckle and lowering his loose pants to his ankles.
The forest spun. Nick’s cock sprang straight up as it escaped the confines of the pant leg. The little man cooed with delight. Nick’s vision went hazy, like a cross between a blur and a trail of light. He saw the little man climb his cock like a flagpole and tip, head first, into his piss slit, then crawl down towards his balls. It should have hurt, but it felt great. That was the last thing he remembered.
(Continued)
Nick’s Hungry Dick
By Adam Maxwell Bigglesworth
Nick was too big to hide it, so he didn’t try. He had a monster cock, way too big for a quickie. Women didn’t interest him much. He liked boys, men, dudes, anything with a dick. He spent a lot of time in the gym showers showing off and watching the other men subtly bow in deference to his mighty cock. He’d never seen a bigger dick than his. He didn’t want to. He got off on his superiority.
Sex was problematic for Nick. He went to the baths and watched the men sucking and fucking. It got him hard. But even the greediest cock pig balked at Nick’s enormous meat. He got plenty of worshippers but no actual sex. The greedy boys would hold his cock in their arms, licking the tip, but none dared put more than the head in their mouth. And nobody could take him in the ass, or at least he had never found anyone willing to try. He got a lot of ‘no-thank-yous’ and a few ‘let-me-tries,’ but he never succeeded in fucking a man. He got the tip in once or twice, but that was it. His massive cockhead was big around as a beer can, but the shaft was even thicker, like a stack of large tomato cans. It was magnificent, powerful, and frustrating. He had so much pent-up sexual energy and nowhere to release it except between his two hands.
One midsummer day, to take his mind off of sex, he took his dick for a walk in an extensive nature preserve outside of town. The colossal cock bounced hard against his knee. He had to wear loose-fitting pants. If he wore something tight enough to hold his limp cock against his leg, it might split the seams when he got hard. The more his cock head banged against his knee, the more turned-on he got. The harder he got, the less his cock moved, and he would lose his hard-on until his cock started to swing. In a virtuous cycle of arousal, his cock swelled and shrank throughout his hikes.
The humidity and heat made him sweat. He was on a trail through a meadow, so the sun was unrelenting. Just as he wished for some shade, a path sprouted off, heading towards a copse of trees. He’d never noticed the trail before, so his curiosity won, and he took it. Soon, he was out of the blazing heat in a cool forest glade. A sparkling stream ran alongside the path. Nick stooped to cool his face, enjoying the water’s earthy scent. When he stood, he was startled by a rustling in the grass, followed by a high-pitched giggle.
“Who’s there?”
Only a tiny giggle drifted by on the breeze. Nick headed toward the giggle and saw a figure the size of a raccoon running through the tall grass.
“Wait!” He cried out.
The figure paused. Another tiny giggle erupted from the grass. Nick narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the shape in the dappled shade.
A white-haired little man, perhaps no more than a foot high, waved back at him.
Nick knelt down and held out a hand. “Hey, little guy, what are you doing here?”
The man smiled, revealing razor-sharp teeth. He gestured for Nick to follow, and so he did.
The little man led him deeper into the forest until all sunlight was gone. The earth was damp. Mushrooms grew from the rich soil at the foot of the trees. The little man stopped in front of a massive tree. The trunk was at least ten feet in diameter. It didn’t look like a native tree. Nick had never seen anything like it. The wee man picked a pink mushroom from the tree's base and held it out to Nick.
“Eat.” The tiny voice sounded like a squeaky door hinge.
“Are you sure? Is it safe?”
“Eat.” The little man insisted, shaking the mushroom until Nick took it. He looked at the delicate fungus, wondering if he should eat it. When he lifted it to smell for any poison, the tiny man flew up and forced it into Nick’s mouth.
Nick coughed, but it was too late. The mushroom was already in his esophagus. He had to swallow. The strange little man hung from Nick’s shirt collar, giggling.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Eat.”
“What did I eat?”
“Good.” The man was not exactly a poet. His one-word answers offered Nick little reassurance.
The man nibbled at Nick’s earlobe, which felt nice. He sat on a stump, letting the little creature move to his neck, then to the little patch of fur at the base of his neck.
“More.” The little man unbuttoned Nick’s shirt, revealing his huge chest. Standing on tiptoes in Nick’s lap, the little man nursed at a nipple, sending waves of pleasure straight to Nick’s mighty cock. Nick stared up at the dark canopy of trees above. They sparkled. The edges grew fuzzy, then turned into a cloud of pink smoke. He barely noticed the little man fumbling with his belt buckle and lowering his loose pants to his ankles.
The forest spun. Nick’s cock sprang straight up as it escaped the confines of the pant leg. The little man cooed with delight. Nick’s vision went hazy, like a cross between a blur and a trail of light. He saw the little man climb his cock like a flagpole and tip, head first, into his piss slit, then crawl down towards his balls. It should have hurt, but it felt great. That was the last thing he remembered.
(Continued)
