Yeah, so I have a reputation for being a size queen. As a 6-foot blond and blue-eyed ex-Marine, I couldn’t give a fuck what people say about me. I can get pretty much any cock I want, and I do.
Like now. I’ve been staring across the outdoor bar at this guy’s dick swinging in his thin cotton shorts. As I’m watching he notices me and gives a wink. And all of a sudden that cock starts growing, getting longer and longer in his shorts till the head is poking out down past the hem. Fuck! that dong has to be at least a ten-incher, maybe more stiff, I reckon.
I don’t waste time. I go over and introduce myself.
"Tim," I say, shaking his hand.
"Bill," he replies.
"So, you put that show on for every guy."
He laughs. “If there’s hot as you, yes. Works pretty much every time.”
I’m feeling majorly randy now, and my own, less impressive cock is firming up in my shorts. “I don’t mind the chit chat, but Dude, tell me I’m gonna have a chance to try sitting on that bad boy sometime.”
"I dunno," he says, taking a sip from his drink. "Usually I prefer to do the driving."
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh… Push harder! UHHHHHHHHHHH! Whoosh! POP! BAMMMMMMM! Damn fucking can be such hard work when his ass is this tight and your dick is FUCKING HUGE!
This is my third leg. It is bigger than the other two. That is one fat mother fucking dick.
Seriously bigger than his arm…
OK, ya see, this is not my dick. I don’t have anything near this size that is dangling between my legs. I think I might have something that rivals it in the freezer that I got from the butcher shop. But this is proof positive that life is NOT fair. So just get over it.
I honestly would not want to be fucked by this. I want to keep all my biological functions intact. But I sure would like to see how much of it I could get down my throat. Are you listening dude? I know you recognize your own dick. Gulp…
If you can dream it, you can do it. Well, maybe… Wider dude, open wider…
Don’t you know with a dick like that, its bound to be a loud intense fuck. The kind that would wake the neighbors… from across the street… down the block… somebody is calling 911 to report a disturbance at your house.
OK… Now, see, I don’t know how this guy is even able to walk. How could you? He has ZERO room between his legs. Do you envy him or pity him? And doesn’t this put the myth to rest? He looks extremely white to me.