World’s Biggest... (mm/mmm Size Differences Vintage)

[Badunkbadonk]

As promised, the final installment in this never-published gay pulp big dick romp.


The Winner’s Circle
Jed pulled on his overalls, ending the incredible display of manhood. He shuffled over to Bob, still hard in his pant leg. “I got a thousand dollars, just like they said.”

“What were all those men with cards about?”

“Porn scouts, mostly. A few were rich guys who wanted to pay to play with me. A couple of job offers.” Jed patted his chest pocket, which was thick with cards.

Bob said, “Don’t they know you’re too big?”

“Apparently, there are some experts out there.”

Bob felt a panic. He was going to lose the love of his life to porn or some rich guy. He wasn’t Jed’s only option now. There was Gary, with his monster cock. There were the nameless men in California who were wide open deep bottoms. Bob began to cry, much to his chagrin.

“Hey what’s this about?” Jed cradled Bob’s head in his hands. “It’s no big deal. You’re my world, Bob. Nothing can change that.”

Bob sniffed. “But you want to fly away and fuck a bunch of strangers on camera for money.”

Gary wandered over to eavesdrop. Jed said, “Not one of those guys is gonna mean anything to me. I’ll make enough to buy us a nice house with a pool. You’re all I care about. I’m doing it for you.”

Bob rolled his eyes. “You’re going to fall in love with someone else.”

Gary stepped forward and interrupted. “Bob, this man loves you. The whole time he was fucking me, he talked about your beautiful tiny penis and how disgusting mine was. All those porn stars are hung, even the bottoms.”

Jed raised an eyebrow. “Really? They all got big dicks? Yuck. I’m gonna need Bob on set to keep me hard.”


Hotel Orgy
The three winners, Gary, Boomer and Jed, escorted Bob back to the YMCA. The air was thick with sexual longing. Bob’s, Jed’s and Gary’s rooms were too small for an orgy. Boomer was staying at a real hotel, so they squeezed into a cab and rode uptown to Boomer’s place. It was a tourist hotel, like so many, but the rooms were much larger than expected. Boomer had a King sized bed, big enough for all four of them. Bob was feeling needy, so he hogged Jed to himself, and Boomer fucked Gary.

In Jed’s mind, it was a waste of a precious resource - Bob. His boy was able to handle all of them. He wanted to share. Boomer couldn’t quite squeeze the last few inches into Gary, who was a lifelong bottom, but built differently than Bob. When Bob saw the disappointed look on Boomer’s face, he felt guilty. He relented, letting the full orgy break out. With Jed stuffed fully in Bob’s ass, Boomer added his cock. Bob had taken Gary and Jed earlier, so this was easier. Boomer was thick, huge by most standards, but nothing like Bob and Jed. Boomer slid along the length of Jed’s monster, stretching Bob to satisfaction. Then, when he slid past Jed and filled the descending colon, it brought on a wave of contractions, each one more intoxicating than the prior one,

Bob leaned back and unhooked his jaw, letting Gary slide all the way down to a point halfway between his tonsils and his stomach. The contractions in Bob’s throat muscles massaged Gary’s thick tool. He moaned softly. Bob tapped for air. Gary pulled out, waited a few seconds, then went all the way back in. Somehow that set off a body orgasm, in which all of Bob’s involuntary muscles were throbbing, squeezing, stroking the three cocks inside him. Bob was in paradise. Boomer had plumbed the depths and found several magic buttons. Cum shot out of Bob like it was his first time. Boomer grinned. He knew it was his length that had caused Bob to shoot his load. He was one-third right. The ecstasy of being completely and deeply filled at both ends was what had sent him over. Boomer was the deepest, Jed was the biggest, and Gary was the thickest. It was sheer bliss.

Bob came again in bucketloads, coating all three men with his sperm. Boomer was first. He was in the firestorm of contractions, further than anyone else could go. The constant stroking and squeezing on his cock as he slid back and forth, coupled with the incredible sensation of sliding along Jed’s dick was enough to put him over.

“I’m gonna come.”

“Okay. Do it. Dump in my hole.”

Boomer was so turned on by that last remark, he unloaded twice his usual helping of cum. Bob could feel the hot liquid as it sprayed and sprayed for much longer than usual. He slumped over Bob’s chest, wedged so tightly inside him, he had to wait for Jed before he could exit.

Gary was next. He was so excited to be with huge hung men like him, using this boy who was nothing like them, with his tiny penis like a new mushroom sprouting from a log in the forest. Gary envied him. He touched the boy’s massive nipples, as big around as a silver dollar. Bob jerked, startled by the intense pleasure Gary’s touch brought him. He shot a third load, no smaller than the previous. It seemed like his tiny balls could hold a lot of semen. That was what sent him over. Thinking about having a tiny penis that could cum like Bob’s. “Oh Bob, good lord I’m gonna…” He didn’t finish his sentence. He gave Bob a high protein meal directly in his stomach. He pulled out, allowing Bob to breathe. His softening cock hit Bob in the eye. Bob licked the pearls of extra cum off the apple-sized head.

Jed was the last. With Boomer caught between him and the exit, he knew he would have to end the intense pleasure he felt fucking Bob and stroking Boomer with his cock. Jed knew Bob could get off one more time. He played with the little pecker, pinching, fingering, and squeezing him. Bob responded by wriggling and twisting. Still Jed kept playing with it, imagining his own was so tiny and insignificant. When the first clear, sticky drops came out of Bob, Jed licked his fingers like it was candy. It was pungent, almost like a lemonade.

“Bob, you taste so good.”

Bob was too excited to respond. His little cock stood at attention, throbbing. When Bob came that fourth time with no hands, it pushed Jed over. The cum flew over Bob’s shoulder and landed in Jed’s eye. It burned, but it turned him on. He started fucking furiously, causing Boomer to swell and lengthen inside Bob. He emptied his balls into the young weightlifter, filling his sigmoid colon with his seed. Boomer saw the incredible fourth ejaculation, felt his cock get slippery with Jed’s cum. Jed was still fucking at an alarming rate, and it was all too much.

“Fuck, man, I’m gonna cum again.” Boomer sighed and let loose another load inside Bob. Jed slowed then stopped. The two men stayed inside him, waiting to soften, but they were too turned on.

Gary said, “Is there room for me?”

Bob said, “I’m stuffed full, and you want to put the world’s thickest cock in me?”

Gary nodded.

Bob shrugged. “Come inside.”

It was tricky getting a third cock inside of Bob, especially one as impossibly thick as Gary’s. Gary was not a top, and he fumbled until Jed’s skilled hand forced Gary past the gate.

Bob was in agony. He felt like someone was trying to drive a Mack truck up his ass. But the further in Gary went, the better it felt.

“Fuck me deep, Gary.”

Gary did as he was asked. Soon, his cock was wedged up Bob’s asshole with the other two. All the commotion of Gary sliding along their shafts aroused both men. Boomer sighed and licked his lips. He was going for a third load. Jed was extremely aroused. He could see his boyfriend’s rectum, stretched beyond capacity. He watched as Gary’s balls slapped into his. As the men grew more and more aroused by each other, Bob paid the price. Gary was wrecking Bob’s guts. The colorectal valve was so wide now, Bob wondered if he would be able to go out without diapers. If he farted, it would never make a sound again. This round was for the three men who had given him so much pleasure. Bob focused on assisting his contractions, which made all three men moan aloud at the same time. As a unit, they pulled back a few inches, then pushed in again, hitting the button deep inside. They matched rhythms, pounding their thick penises into Bob’s entrails. Bob helped keep the men in sync, so that all three cocks moved in unison, back and forth, in and out. Bob tried to squeeze the cocks at the base by tightening his rectum, but it was impossible. But then contractions in his sphincter started, reaching a fever pitch. Bob thought he was going to shoot his own cum out his ass, it was such an intense orgasm. The men were in ecstasy. Bob was contracting the whole length of his lower digestive tract. It massaged the knot of cocks and made it throb. The throbbing traveled down the length of each shaft, coaxed by the contractions in the rectum. When it reached their balls, it was time.

“I’m gonna come,” Gary said.

“Me too.”

“Me too.”

The men pawed at each other and Bob, tweaking nipples and kissing with abandon as they came together at the same instant. To Bob, it felt like an enema. To the men who were fucking Bob, it was sheer bliss. Bob didn’t need to cum a fifth time in an hour. He was content to provide pleasure for the three handsome men that used him to get off.

Bob waited until the last of the threefold cum had sprayed his guts, then relaxed his sphincter. The soft cocks came squirming out of Bob like three long snakes. Gary and Jed popped out at the same time. Bob’s hole snapped shut around Boomer. The worst of the pain was over. He was reluctant to let Boomer go. He tried to trap his head inside him, but he was so loose, it was pointless. Boomer’s cock hit the floor with a loud thump.

There was an awkward period where the three tops adjusted to the fact that they had all kissed one another.

Gary broke the silence. “I wish we could do this regular, like monthly.”

Boomer, Bob and Jed exchanged glances. Jed said, “I think that can be arranged.”


Epilogue
That was how Gary became the only member of the club to fuck and get fucked. Now there were two willing holes, and things went quickly. There was time for combinations. Leonard inside Gary inside Bob. Bob was always the period at the end of the sentence. He was gifted with a small penis, and it proved to be his favorite characteristic. He was a cum slut, and he got all he wanted. There was never any pressure to perform. He welcomed in the massive members of the Priapus Club. He served Jed as a willing hole for him to fill. Jed rewarded him with trips to California. He even got Bob a few gigs on sets where the bottoms didn’t have to be hung. Bob was the best fluffer on any set. He could take those huge porn cocks down his throat without batting an eyelid. They made a lot of money in a little time. They managed to steer clear of weed and cocaine and bought a house in Sonoma where they live to this day. If you go to the town square on Thursday at 2pm, that’s when Jed shops for cheese. If you’re lucky, he’ll be wearing his tight jeans.


The End

 

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WORLD’S BIGGEST


Fork
Bob Follett had a neurotic obsession with size. He was one of the unlucky who was cursed with a two-inch erect penis. Growing up, he was always comparing himself to other boys. He watched, with horror, as his friends in school hit puberty and got that sudden growth spurt, making their little vienna sausages into ball park franks. Bob was a big boy with a big frame. He took out his frustrations in the junior high school gym, where he marveled as his muscles grew. He was the butt of many jokes in the showers. He didn’t let that stop him from lifting weights after school, when he could shower in peace without prying eyes and cruel jeers.

In high school, he was singled out for a spot on the power lifting team. As a freshman, he towered over his team members. The constant weightlifting had a positive effect on his self-esteem. As he grew stronger and bigger, he thought less about what was between his legs. His teammates were intimidated by his towering frame and god-like strength. He didn’t shower with his teammates. He didn’t want his little secret to get out among them. He would give anything just to have another inch, but it wasn’t possible. So he grew what he could.

Bob graduated with a full scholarship to the State University. He rented a room in the college town that summer, and got a job in a warehouse. He was tall enough and strong enough to reach the highest shelves and pull down heavy boxes like they were empty. One of his coworkers, Zeke, nicknamed him ‘The Forklift’ or ‘Fork’ for short. The name stuck. Fork Follett was a college kid, but he fit in with the townsfolk like one of their own, even if he was a bit of a snob. His coworkers invited him to countless parties, swimming holes, topless bars. He refused them all. His obsession over his little dick kept him from getting close to people.

Another obsession was forming in him at the same time. He wanted to see big penises. Really big ones. As the summer wore on, his mind wandered into deeper fantasies. He wanted to shove those big cocks down his throat. He wanted them in his ass. He didn’t know where this was coming from. It disturbed him. His family talked about such men. They called them ‘perverts’ and ‘faggots’. They were all going to hell to burn in a lake of fire.


Getting Wood
One Saturday Bob went to the hardware store. While he was looking for woodscrews, a short young man approached him.

“Hey there, Fork, you need some help?”

Bob blushed. “Uh yeah, I’m building a bookshelf. You got any wood screws?”

“I’m Roger.” The bold youngster stuck out his hand. “Come this way.”

Roger walked him through the types of bookshelf construction and wood.

“Oh, I already got the wood,” Bob said.

He caught Roger looking below the belt. “None that I can see.” The shop clerk gave a friendly laugh, but Fork’s mind was swirling with fear and shame. How did he know? What did he know?

Roger put a hand on Bob’s massive arm. “I see a brick shithouse, but no wood.”

Not realizing the implications, Bob asked, “Do you carry any wood?”

Then he got the surprise of his life. Roger pinched a section of his pant leg, revealing the outline of an enormous, throbbing cock. “Only the wood you just gave me.”

Things moved very fast. Roger unlocked the storeroom door. They entered. He locked it. They were all alone.

“What are you into?” Roger asked.

“Excuse me?”

“Doesn’t matter. I got the biggest dick in the county and I want to fuck your face, then make you take it up your ass. Sound good, Fork?”

The powerlifter nodded. He was terrified. He never wanted anything so much, and yet he wanted to see his family in heaven some day. He gave in and went to his knees. He had to sit on his heels to get low enough to be in line with Roger’s waist. He watched eagerly as the short man exposed inch after inch of his hard cock. Bob cursed God for making him this way, but his blasphemies were overwhelmed by the lustful clanging in his ears. He put Roger’s bulbous head in his mouth. It was easily four times bigger than his own.

“Yeah, just like that.” Roger held Bob’s head as he pushed in deeper. When he got to the tonsils, Bob gagged.

“Easy, there. It’s okay. Mind over matter.”

Bob could relate to that. Mind over matter was how he lifted two hundred pounds. Could he control his reflexes?

In answer to Bob’s question, he spit up a bit of his breakfast.

Roger was a good coach. “Just let it sit there a while longer. Breathe.”

Bob did as he was told, and his gag reflex settled down. It didn’t vanish completely, but he had mastered it for the most part.

Then Roger pushed past the tonsils, letting inch after inch of his enormous cock slide down Bob’s throat. Bob couldn’t breathe. Roger rubbed his cheek and shushed him.

“I won’t let you suffocate, Fork. Just tap my leg when you need air.”

Bob tapped Roger’s leg immediately. The log of flesh retreated, and Bob took in great gulps of air.

“Come over here.” Roger led him to a soft bench.

“LIe on your back and let your head hang over the edge.”

The hulking athlete lay flat on the bench, head dangling. Roger stepped forward, holding his impossibly large tool with both hands. Slowly, he forced his way past Bob’s tonsils until his balls met his nose.

“This may feel bad at first, but you’ll like it.” Without any warning, Roger brutally fucked Bob’s throat. Bob was uncomfortable, but it was nowhere near as bad as deadlifts. Roger stopped suddenly and groaned, unleashing a flood of semen into Bob’s throat. Bob had no choice but to swallow it. He fought to expel it, only to have it come out his nose.

Roger was still rock hard. He walked around to the other end. He got something down off the shelf and spread it all over his cock.

“What’s that?”

“Baby oil.” Roger’s cock was shiny and slick. “Take off your pants.”

Bob was so afraid Roger would see his little nipple of a dick, but he did it in phases, so his shameful crotch was still hidden in his underwear.

Roger spit into his hand and wiped it on Bob’s puckered hole. He put baby oil on the opening and used a finger to work it in. It felt nice.

“This is easier if I just go in all at once. Is that okay?”

Bob nodded. Roger lined up the head of his cock with Bob’s butthole, then immediately shoved the entire length of his cock into the bodybuilder’s hole. Bob saw stars and made a sound like a goat being slaughtered.

“Does it still hurt?”

Bob nodded vigorously.

“How about now?”

Bob nodded again. He realized he was mastering the pain. Some of those endorphins he produced during deadlifts were back at work, turning his ass from a throbbing bundle of raw nerves into a very stretched, aching butt.

“How about now?”

Bob shrugged. Roger was not one to stand on ceremony. He immediately began to piston in and out of the giant. Bob was surprised how good it felt to be invaded like that. He was such a masculine man in many respects, but his tiny penis meant he would have to give pleasure to men like Roger. And that gave Bob pleasure in return.

Without warning, Roger pushed up Bob’s underwear with the intent to jack him off. What he saw shocked him.

“Oh my god, it’s so tiny!”

Bob struggled to free himself from Roger’s cock and his gaze of wonder.

“No, no, Fork. Stay put. Some guys like serving forks, I like oyster forks. You dig?”

Bob nodded. By now, the back and forth motion of Roger’s cock was downright pleasurable. All the pain of his initial entry had subsided. He was left with a growing warmth inside. It started to tickle, or maybe he had to pee. He wasn’t sure how to describe this completely new sensation.

“You like it, huh.” Roger winked.

“I feel so good.”

“So do I,” Bob said. “It’s like a hundred times better than pussy.”

“I wouldn’t know.” Bob looked away.

“Fork, it’s good we met. I heard about you from the guys at the warehouse. I had a feeling you would check off all the boxes.”

“What boxes, Roger?”

He smiled. “Big and strong, check. Willing to take my huge cock, check. A tiny penis, check.”

“They told you I have a tiny penis?” Bob wanted to cry.

“No, that was a happy surprise.”

The tingling in Bob’s belly was growing more intense as Roger pounded harder and deeper. At one point, Roger pushed past some inner wall with a loud pop. He kept doing it over and over.

“You were so big, I didn’t know if I would reach.”

Bob would have asked more, but the continual violation of that valve at the end of his rectum created a pleasure so intense, it prevented him from forming coherent words. Roger put the giant’s legs on his shoulders. They were heavy, but they didn’t stop Roger from violating the deep hole inside Fork.

Fork shuddered. Something was happening. He had never masturbated, so he didn’t know what was happening. He also had never had a dick inside him, so he didn’t know what else was happening. His innards began to quiver, until they broke out in spasms of pleasure. The contractions were not lost on Roger.

“Oh fuck, you’re one of those. Check another box.”

Between convulsions, Bob asked, “Another what?”

“You got girl parts in your guts. A lot of the teenie weenie guys are like that. You’re having an anal orgasm, and it feels so fucking good on my cock.”

Bob jerked involuntarily, letting the waves wash over him.

“Oh shit, I’m close.” Roger slowed his pace. But Bob kept spasming, and it was going to push Roger over the edge.

When the first hot spray was released inside the bodybuilder, it intensified his spasming, and caused a rush of hot sensation to flood his tiny penis. The second spurt was three times as much as the first. Bob’s bowels were coated with slick, gloopy cum.

As Roger’s ejaculation continued beyond all reason, something new happened to Bob.

His tiny penis reared up, then shot a quarter cup of cum all over Roger’s shirt. Roger collapsed onto Bob’s massive frame. He licked the big bodybuilder’s nipples, which caused Bob to cum again.

“Oh Fork, you’re perfect.”

“I don’t really know what just happened.”

Roger laughed. “You had an anal orgasm, and then you shot your load.”

“You weren’t horrified by my tiny penis?”

“Au contraire, mon frere. It turns me on. I’m so big, it gets me hot when a guy is small. If he’s tiny, it’s like a dream come true. I don’t like guys with big dicks. But I can tell you do. I have a little clubhouse where big guys like us get together. You should come by some time.” ###

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