The day that I saw it, it was a Tuesday and I had been drinking heavily for a Tuesday. Had I known that on this particular Tuesday I’d be seeing something this large, I would have slowed down on the boxed wine.
I first noticed him staring at me like an owl would watch it’s prey high above the tree tops; fixated, ready, waiting for the moment to strike. I pretended I hadn’t seen him and concentrated harder on the dull conversation I was having with a girl whose boobs were hanging a little too far from her shirt. She was going on and on about her recent boob implants. Right about the time she began describing the difference her implants make during a motorboat, she abruptly stopped to alert me that I was being watched.
“Uh, like that dude is totally staring at you.” she said as she nodded in his direction.
“Yea, I see. I think he might be that guy from last weekend. I was at a party and flashed my chest to a bunch of frat brothers. I think he probably recognizes me.”
Uninterested by my comment, Boobies continued on with her implant story and I leaned in closer to avoid the boy staring at me. Suddenly, he began walking over in my direction and stood above me and Boobies waiting for a break in our conversation. “May I borrow this little lady for a moment, mam?” He asked Boobies while extending a hand to me.
“Um whatever, Yea I guess“. Boobie answered.
Upon taking his hand, he walked to me opposite side of the room where the music wasn’t so loud. I had really hoped he wasn’t part of the flashing last weekend. He couldn’t have remembered them…after all, my boobs were about as large as a pair of fat male’s, they couldn’t have made THAT much of an impression.
He interrupted my thoughts, “I think I have seen you around here before. Maybe another party across town? Or last weekend?”
“Um, no I don’t really hang out outside of campus that often, so I doubt it.”
“Well, I think you’re pretty and this party is lame. Want to get out of here?”
“That actually sounds awesome right now, let me get my stuff.”
I was grateful to be excused from the conversation with Boobies and my drunk confidence was peaking…I needed to make the most of it.
After he drove about 40 minutes he stopped his car in front of an old, red barn. I had no idea who this guy was but for whatever reason I felt comfortable enough to be out in the middle of nowhere with him.
“Come with me.” He directed
He led me to a corner of the barn that was covered in leftover piles of hay. I noticed his demeanor immediately change from calm to uncomfortable. His palms and forehead began accumulating beads of sweat and his speech stuttered with every word.
“Do you want to see something really big?” he asked me nervously.
“Um, ok?” I replied.
He smiled with relief and walked behind a stall door. “I’ll be right back, I just have to get it ready. Stay there.” He disappeared for a few moments, fumbling around. Suddenly he moved the stall door and that’s when I saw it…the biggest thing I’d had ever seen.
My mouth dropped to the floor in shock…like this
Whoa.
Speechless
Holy Mother of God, what the hell was that?! I thought to myself. What does he think he’s going to do with that thing and me?
Now, before I continue, I want to be very clear about something. I have never considered myself sheltered; I’m no prude, but I wasn’t expecting to be put in such an awkward situation so suddenly.
I stared at it in amazement. I didn’t even know what to do or how I should react. Part of me was so intrigued, while another part of me was petrified. He could really hurt me with that thing.
Sensing my confusion, he quickly blurted out, “Do you want to touch it? Most people see it and want to touch it.”
“I’m not sure…”
“Haven’t you done this before?” he questioned
“No, I uh, grew up in a suburb outside the city. Suburb-girls don’t get out much. I have pretty strict parents.”
“I think you will like touching it. Go ahead, give it a good ol’ stroke, I promise it won’t bite ya.” he joked.
I might have asked him to take me home if I was sober, but I was hammered and didn’t care whether it hurt or gave me some terrible disease, so I inched overly slowly and reached my hand down, “Good God it’s so big!? “
I had no doubt it was the biggest I had ever seen, it must have been some kind of world record.
“They really know how to grow them big out here in the country.” I blurted out to break the awkwardness of the situation, “Have you…have you ever measured it?” I asked.
“Pa and I took out a tape measure one day because Pa had noticed it was strange-looking. If you can believe it, it didn’t break the world record by a long shot. The record is held by a bigger, black one. Them black ones are always big, so no surprise there. But it’s still real impressive for a non-black.”
“It’s easy, I do it myself all the time when I’m bored.” He began to show me by pointing to one end of it. “Start at the base of it and slowly work your way to the tip of the head. It’s that easy.”
After we were finished with a little petting and light stroking, I made sure to go inside and wash my hands. It certainly wasn’t clean and left a sticky residue.
Note to self, next time I do that, I am going to need gloves or something but at the time, I really didn’t care because I enjoyed the whole experience. My first experience with the biggest I had ever seen.
As I was dropped off at my dorm room, I thanked my host and told him we should do it again soon.
“Next time, I won’t be so scared of it.” I said as I threw him an eye wink. He giggled as he wished me a good night.
That memory will forever be ingrained in my mind. Since that day, I’ve opened up and seen all different types, from black ones, to white ones, ones from Mexico and even some in the park, which is pretty unusual. But none of them compare to the one I saw in the barn that evening.
To this day, the biggest cock I ever saw was that drunken night in the old, red barn.
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