Mike - A Confession of a Gay Size Queen Sex Story

I'll never ever forget the biggest cock I ever saw. Belonged to Mike, a guy I met in Sacramento a couple of years ago. He worked for a photography firm, we hit it off, we dated for a while. The first time we fooled around, I almost passed out when he pulled that thing out of his jeans.

It was so thick that I could barely wrap my fingers all the way around it, and so long that it was too heavy to stand straight up. When he was sitting, it pointed out, accusingly, like a finger. When he stood, it hung down like a horse's cock, which it truly resembled: flushed dark and purple, the fat head glistening, the surface of it covered with dark and pulsing veins.

In a lot of ways, he converted me to my love of big cocks. Before that, I'd been naturally scared of them. But he was patient and gentle and I learned to take him, and after that everything else seemed like a cinch.

That first date, the first one that ended with his cock out of his pants, anyway, was a learning experience. There's a sharp learning curve with big cocks. I'd never had that much to play with and at first I wasn't sure what to do with it, but he showed me. The best way to get to know a cock is to suck it, so that's what I did, of course.

He settled into a corner of the couch, I lay across it, and I took my time exploring him with my tongue, every vein and wrinkle, every hot ripple of his flesh. He tasted salty and musky, and I could smell his excitement hanging in the air. Taste it, dripping from the end of his cock in clear droplets.

When I finally took that fat head in my mouth, I knew I was an addict. It felt amazing – like everything I was had narrowed to this one point: I had to suck this giant cock, and that was all there was to it. My whole purpose had become giving this awesome thing pleasure. I'm serious. It was so big you felt the urge to make friends with it. Like a python or something.

And it's gratifying, learning to take a big one most of the way down, gratifying feeling your mouth completely filled until you're all but breathing him in. Gratifying finally bringing him off, come running out of the corners of your mouth because there's nowhere in your mouth for it to go.

Ah, I know I harp on it, but I really love big ones. There’s so much to love. Read More Hot Gay Sex Stories at Xtrainches.com

Sense Surround - a Hot Gay Cock Worshipping Sex Story

I can't stop thinking about his cock. How it feels in my hand as I stroke him to hardness, feeling the flesh swell and fill out, grow into a powerful, rigid length striped with veins. How the skin is just so velvety soft, and mobile, but the shaft beneath is hard as black iron. How it looks, flushed red and swollen with lust, dripping pre-come, or how shiny the skin is when I've been sucking it and it's still wet from my mouth.

He smells so good – hot denim, leather-based cologne, the clean musk of a man's body in summer. He always smells ready for sex. It clings to him especially around the groin, so whenever I suck him I smell him, too, like being wrapped up in him completely.

Then there's his taste: smoky, musky, dark and low. He has a richer taste, smoother, than the other men I've been with. He tastes so strongly of raw "man" that it's impossible for me to resist him. I love the salt of his pre-come, the slick texture of it in the back of my mouth, the way it makes my mouth water to take more of him.

I love the sounds he makes as I worship his giant cock, that majestic tool, I love how he moans and sighs, or sometimes just grunts happily to himself, one hand thrust almost carelessly into my hair. His fingers always tighten just before he comes. He always arches forward just a little bit, swaying in place, trying to push his cock deeper.

And when he does come it feels as much like a reward to me as a gift to him; he explodes with sensation, but my senses are alive with him, too, suddenly and irrepressibly full of him, his flesh swelling and throbbing in my mouth, his taste flooding my mouth in sticky, salty, bitter bursts; his smell, heady now with the tang of semen; the way he moans and shudders, whispers my name. At that moment, there's nothing to my world but him. His, and that's all. Read More Hot Gay Sex Stories