**some harsh, some might say homophobic language, but it is being used in the context of degradation during sex not actual hate**
Freshman year of college - first week, and I am stuck in a PE class. Not that I mind the exercise, I am a bit of a jock, 6'1" 185 pounds of pretty lean muscle. I ran track and played baseball in high school and I was planning on playing some intramural sports here. It's just the idea of being forced to take a damn PE class, but the school I am attending is an old style liberal arts college with a lot of required courses, for example we had to take a two survey course of humanities and western civilization. That sort of thing.
Anyway required PE class , I chose fencing. No real reason other than it seemed like the most interesting option and what the hell if I ever get into Star Wars cosplay I can at least use the lightsaber right. The class was pretty full, lots of cute girls and a few kind of nerdy guys (Star Wars cosplay right), I got there a little late so my chances of getting partnered with one of the cute girls disappeared pretty quickly. Instead I ended up partnered with this short, skinny, blonde guy who introduced himself as Sam. He was short and skinny but he was fast and agile as hell and he managed to score against me quite a few times. After a bit we were having a pretty good time and the 90 minute class went pretty quickly, and I was sweating pretty good when it was done.
After the class ended Sam and I were chosen to help with clean up, putting mats up and so on so we were the last two back to the locker room. Everyone else was finishing up their showers and changing clothes while I was just getting undressed. When I finally walked into the shower Sam was already there. I walked in started the water and turned around, and my jaw drapped... I couldn't believe what I was seeing. That short skinny little fucker had the biggest cock I had ever seen. He was only like 5'3" but that beast of a cock hung to his knees and was easily as thick as my wrist. AND IT WAS STILL SOFT. His balls looked to be equally huge, each one was easily the size of a large orange.
Sam, didn't say anything he just kind of nodded and went back to showering up. After a couple minutes another guy walked into the showers. A big burly guy, I recognized him as one of the football coaches. He didn't say anything, just stood there looking kind of uncomfortable and after a few seconds Sam turned around.
"I wondered if you were gonna show up.", he said to the coach.
The coach just swallowed hard and didn't say anything.
"Well... go on faggot, it's not gonna suck itself is it?", after Sam said that the coach kind of coughed and looked over at me.
Sam looked over at me, "Want to watch?"
Now I'm not gay, but I have never wanted to watch anything more in my life. I didn't say anything, just nodded.
"Alright coach, get down on your knees like the little cocksucker you are and go to it!"
By this time the coach was hard and he was pretty hung himself, 8.5 or 9 inches, but he didn't hold a candle to Sam. With any more protest the coach dropped to his knees and used both hands to lift that massive slab of met hanging from Sam's crotch and began to try and suck it. As he did Sam began getting hard and it was amazing, that big fat cock got even longer and fatter and started rising up in the air, in a couple minutes the head was level with Sam's own mouth and the coach was just furiously lick and jerking the shaft.
Sam had leaned back against the wall of the shower and let his knees splay out a bit while he relaxed and let the coach work on him.
I couldn't believe this guy's balls, they must have been the size of a softball, how could he have something that big hanging off him?
I moved a bit closer for a better look at that massive cock amazed at it's sheer size.
After about 10 minutes the coach finally looked like he was nearing his limit, his face was bright red and he was gasping for breath.
"Get on your back coach."
The coach was still on his knees in front of Sam.
"Get on your back now!" Sam was kind of irritated.
The coach got to his feet and lay on the floor.
For the next twenty minutes Sam mercilessly pounded the coach's ass with his giant fuckstick while taunting him with stuff like, "I can't believe you ever thought you were going to use that tiny little cock on me!", referring to the coaches own sizeable 9 incher, and "How are you going to explain this gaping ass to your wife coach? Are you going to tell her you are secretly a mincing little cocksucker?" Then suddenly he pulled out and painted the coaches entire body with his cum.
After he came Sam's attitude changed again, as the shower struggled to wash the massive load down the drain, he hellped the coach to his feet, smilled and said see you again on Thursday. The coach just nodded with a dazed look on his face. Then Sam looked at me, nodded and headed back out to the locker room with that insanely huge ass breaker swinging in front of him.
I left the shower quickly, still thinking about what I had just seen, then went back into the locker room and started getting dressed. It was later that night, after dinner and a long shower that I was able to try and figure out what the hell happened. I could not get that massive cock out of my head, it was as big as a horse.
That was my first encounter with Sam and it wasn't the last.
The next day I was sitting in the first day of the required freshman Foundations of Western Civilization listening to the instructor ramble on about "The Iliad". I wasn't paying much attention because we had to read it in High School and I'd seen Troy with Brad Pitt, which was far more impactful in my opinion. About 15 minutes into the class the door opened and a tall, well built, guy walked in and hurried to an empty seat. Muttering apologies. He was flushed and disheveled and looked like an athlete, probably a basketball player I thought, practice must have run late.
The instructor was starting to speak again and the door opened again. A slight blonde girl entered, dressed in a short black skirt, hose, combat boots and cut-off Metallica t-shirt, she looked familiar but I wasn't sure. I didn't really know anyone here yet, especially any gorgeous blondes. Then she spoke.
"I'm sorry I'm late, First day and I got lost looking for the building!"
The instructor sighed and replied, "Well take a seat, so we can continue!"
I recognized that voice - Sam? What the hell was going on?
Sam quickly scanned the room looking for a place to sit and then spotted me and smiled.
Quickly walking up the stairs to the row I was sitting in she scooted past me to an empty seat.
"Hey there", he (she?) said.
"Sam?", I asked in a kind of whisper.
Sam just laughed and plopped into the desk next to me and leaned in close.
"Samantha", she replied, "At least when we aren't in the gym. I was hoping I'd run into you again."
I was just kind of looking at her with my mouth open.
"What are you looking at, never seen a girl before?", Sam asked.
"Uhhhh...", I stuttered.
Sam just laughed and scooted her desk even closer so our knees were touching.
"We'll talk later", she said.
The rest of the lecture seemed to drag on, and every now and then Sam would reach over and squeeze my leg. I still couldn't figure out what the hell was going on.
Freshman year of college - first week, and I am stuck in a PE class. Not that I mind the exercise, I am a bit of a jock, 6'1" 185 pounds of pretty lean muscle. I ran track and played baseball in high school and I was planning on playing some intramural sports here. It's just the idea of being forced to take a damn PE class, but the school I am attending is an old style liberal arts college with a lot of required courses, for example we had to take a two survey course of humanities and western civilization. That sort of thing.
Anyway required PE class , I chose fencing. No real reason other than it seemed like the most interesting option and what the hell if I ever get into Star Wars cosplay I can at least use the lightsaber right. The class was pretty full, lots of cute girls and a few kind of nerdy guys (Star Wars cosplay right), I got there a little late so my chances of getting partnered with one of the cute girls disappeared pretty quickly. Instead I ended up partnered with this short, skinny, blonde guy who introduced himself as Sam. He was short and skinny but he was fast and agile as hell and he managed to score against me quite a few times. After a bit we were having a pretty good time and the 90 minute class went pretty quickly, and I was sweating pretty good when it was done.
After the class ended Sam and I were chosen to help with clean up, putting mats up and so on so we were the last two back to the locker room. Everyone else was finishing up their showers and changing clothes while I was just getting undressed. When I finally walked into the shower Sam was already there. I walked in started the water and turned around, and my jaw drapped... I couldn't believe what I was seeing. That short skinny little fucker had the biggest cock I had ever seen. He was only like 5'3" but that beast of a cock hung to his knees and was easily as thick as my wrist. AND IT WAS STILL SOFT. His balls looked to be equally huge, each one was easily the size of a large orange.
Sam, didn't say anything he just kind of nodded and went back to showering up. After a couple minutes another guy walked into the showers. A big burly guy, I recognized him as one of the football coaches. He didn't say anything, just stood there looking kind of uncomfortable and after a few seconds Sam turned around.
"I wondered if you were gonna show up.", he said to the coach.
The coach just swallowed hard and didn't say anything.
"Well... go on faggot, it's not gonna suck itself is it?", after Sam said that the coach kind of coughed and looked over at me.
Sam looked over at me, "Want to watch?"
Now I'm not gay, but I have never wanted to watch anything more in my life. I didn't say anything, just nodded.
"Alright coach, get down on your knees like the little cocksucker you are and go to it!"
By this time the coach was hard and he was pretty hung himself, 8.5 or 9 inches, but he didn't hold a candle to Sam. With any more protest the coach dropped to his knees and used both hands to lift that massive slab of met hanging from Sam's crotch and began to try and suck it. As he did Sam began getting hard and it was amazing, that big fat cock got even longer and fatter and started rising up in the air, in a couple minutes the head was level with Sam's own mouth and the coach was just furiously lick and jerking the shaft.
Sam had leaned back against the wall of the shower and let his knees splay out a bit while he relaxed and let the coach work on him.
I couldn't believe this guy's balls, they must have been the size of a softball, how could he have something that big hanging off him?
I moved a bit closer for a better look at that massive cock amazed at it's sheer size.
After about 10 minutes the coach finally looked like he was nearing his limit, his face was bright red and he was gasping for breath.
"Get on your back coach."
The coach was still on his knees in front of Sam.
"Get on your back now!" Sam was kind of irritated.
The coach got to his feet and lay on the floor.
For the next twenty minutes Sam mercilessly pounded the coach's ass with his giant fuckstick while taunting him with stuff like, "I can't believe you ever thought you were going to use that tiny little cock on me!", referring to the coaches own sizeable 9 incher, and "How are you going to explain this gaping ass to your wife coach? Are you going to tell her you are secretly a mincing little cocksucker?" Then suddenly he pulled out and painted the coaches entire body with his cum.
After he came Sam's attitude changed again, as the shower struggled to wash the massive load down the drain, he hellped the coach to his feet, smilled and said see you again on Thursday. The coach just nodded with a dazed look on his face. Then Sam looked at me, nodded and headed back out to the locker room with that insanely huge ass breaker swinging in front of him.
I left the shower quickly, still thinking about what I had just seen, then went back into the locker room and started getting dressed. It was later that night, after dinner and a long shower that I was able to try and figure out what the hell happened. I could not get that massive cock out of my head, it was as big as a horse.
That was my first encounter with Sam and it wasn't the last.
The next day I was sitting in the first day of the required freshman Foundations of Western Civilization listening to the instructor ramble on about "The Iliad". I wasn't paying much attention because we had to read it in High School and I'd seen Troy with Brad Pitt, which was far more impactful in my opinion. About 15 minutes into the class the door opened and a tall, well built, guy walked in and hurried to an empty seat. Muttering apologies. He was flushed and disheveled and looked like an athlete, probably a basketball player I thought, practice must have run late.
The instructor was starting to speak again and the door opened again. A slight blonde girl entered, dressed in a short black skirt, hose, combat boots and cut-off Metallica t-shirt, she looked familiar but I wasn't sure. I didn't really know anyone here yet, especially any gorgeous blondes. Then she spoke.
"I'm sorry I'm late, First day and I got lost looking for the building!"
The instructor sighed and replied, "Well take a seat, so we can continue!"
I recognized that voice - Sam? What the hell was going on?
Sam quickly scanned the room looking for a place to sit and then spotted me and smiled.
Quickly walking up the stairs to the row I was sitting in she scooted past me to an empty seat.
"Hey there", he (she?) said.
"Sam?", I asked in a kind of whisper.
Sam just laughed and plopped into the desk next to me and leaned in close.
"Samantha", she replied, "At least when we aren't in the gym. I was hoping I'd run into you again."
I was just kind of looking at her with my mouth open.
"What are you looking at, never seen a girl before?", Sam asked.
"Uhhhh...", I stuttered.
Sam just laughed and scooted her desk even closer so our knees were touching.
"We'll talk later", she said.
The rest of the lecture seemed to drag on, and every now and then Sam would reach over and squeeze my leg. I still couldn't figure out what the hell was going on.
