My Big Cock Story
Sex Stories - A True Story - 1 Aug 2025
Everyone has a big cock story, and this is mine.
I met Bob when I was 33yo. I was only just settling into being happily divorced and after about six wild months I was looking for something a bit more than baring my bum at beats and getting pumped full of cum by strangers in public toilets (as good as that was).
Bob told me he was “clickety click sixty-six” but I reckon he was understating that by at least a few years probably more. He was the quintessential academic-looking type; a hint of European pedigree maybe Balkan a generation back, dull-gold framed glasses, bit of a potbelly and goatee beard, and though he presented himself in public in a tweed sports jacket and chinos, he was younger at heart and cooler than the stereotype he first appeared. And in that paradox of the straightest and smartest looking guy in the room is probably the kinkiest, Bob said some things to me that made the cock slut in me blush and had this look in his eye that said “I’ve seen things”.
On our first meet-up was for a drink at the Richmond Hotel in Adelaide, a slightly offbeat non-mainstream city bar. I admit it was a bit awkward at first and I didn’t feel it immediately, but as we talked about banal things like where we grew up, went to high school and what movies we liked, I realised I had a lot more in common than the 33yr age gap would indicate. In fact, the double-my-age-gap was soon all the conversation and it zoned in on all the right sexy buttons for me. Older men are such a turn on for some reason, it always has and still does something extra for me. I could feel myself getting more and more horny as the chemistry in my body moved him out of the friendzone and into I want your hot mature cock balls deep inside my hungry arse zone!
As the drinks flowed, Bob loosened up and told me he had fucked a lot of younger men over the years and fancied himself as something of a “specialist”. A specialist in what I asked. “You’ll find out soon enough” he glared. He detailed some of those experiences at a volume that raised eyebrows from inevitable eavesdroppers, then right in front of everyone at the pub we had a massive spontaneous lascivious inappropriate pash. This was 2008 and while that sounds recent enough and should be cool, and this bar was the kind of place that was almost anything goes from derelicts to would be gangsters and lunching ladies, it was about 3pm on a weekday and I could feel the stares as this man double my age almost indecently tongue pashed me and I inhaled the pheromone from an aroused cock through his pants like a scent hound, and over the scotch and soda on his breath. We had to go somewhere now.
We piled into a taxi downstairs and headed to Bob’s place a short ten-minute ride away. He guided my hand over the hard mound in his pants and I could feel the outline of a proper big cock in there hardening as I gripped at it. This mountainous thing put the bone in boner arching up from his crotch like a third arm. Sometimes you get a vibe about a guy maybe it’s the way they sit or walk or just some big cock energy. There was a reason this man and I had been matched by a mutual fuck-friend, and I was beginning to think it was because he knew I love a big cock in me and Bob liked a hungry arsehole to put that big dick into. Maybe it was the alcohol or just that sense of anticipation when its game-on with a man, I felt my excitement levels rising and my inhibitions slipping away as my cocklust began to take over.
Arriving at Bob’s neat trendy little cottage, behind the heavy door with the sunlight like a bright gay pussy at one end and the long hallway leading up to it forming a perfect metaphor, Bob transformed. Leading me to the kitchen, he instructed me to undress and let him see ‘the merchandise”. I took off my pants and he spun me around first thing to look at my bum, which he slapped and parted my cheeks to inspect the hole he was about to get into. “Jeff was right” or something similar he said which I assumed was a positive reaction, and he sunk his thumb into my arsehole raw and roughly, making my knees bend to take it in, and me to moan with approval. He slapped my bum not just firmly but hard and his big hands kneaded my stinging cheeks like dough. Bob moved up to my face and kissing my neck as quietly instructed me to take the rest of my clothes off. So I’m nude in the kitchen with this man who has unboxed me like his latest purchase and I’m sucking his thumb now straight from my bum and fumbling at his fly to open his pants and see what my reward looks like.
Out from his pants came this cobra of a cock. One of those mature monsters I always hope to find, about 8-9 inches maybe more. It rose up like a dragon at the head and set itself defying gravity like an airliner at take off. This was one big glorious penis and it was a pretty dick all cut shaved and presented to me like a vintage weapon from the cold war era. I remember distinctly thinking “jackpot” as I dutifully took it in my mouth. It smelled clean and fleshy and just a hint of sweat to the taste.
Bob guided my head down and pushed that dick into the back of my throat and it was just that ideal blend of hard and malleable. It awkwardly slid down the inside of my neck, only just, and I gagged on it with determination but that cock was too big for me to swallow whole and Bob knew it, bouncing it off my reflex so my eyes watered and removing it for me to gasp for air and then turning to give me a dive between his own bum cheeks to eat his sexy mature arse and I got the sense of how his was going to play out. He spat in my face and rubbed it all over to mix with the drool I had from gagging on his dick. I gasped for air and felt a hot flush across my body of mild panic and excitement. The cadence and order had been established. Bob runs the show, he is the teacher and I’m the pupil.
He sat me up on the kitchen table and reciprocated my cock sucking efforts as he gave my very hard comparatively modest dick a good slurpy suck and cupped my full achy balls, complimenting me on their weight as he started work on my gay pussy. It was some fancy tonguework then a handful of fingers and I just leaned back on that bench as he probed me and physically held my hole open to hasten his attendance. I don’t know what he used for lube, it was cooking oil or something from the pantry there, then he spread my legs and aligned our hips in between and pushed his big mature cock straight into me. It pressed against my pussy entrance for a few second as I held my breath, then he just entered me like a diver into a pool, there was no splash or disturbance it just penetrated me with the oil a good depth and I flinched with its displacement as it filled my greedy gay cunt so immediately that I couldn’t help but cry out. Oh God, it was delightful agony. It felt huge. It felt magnificent. But it agony nonetheless I lost my breath and pushed back vainly to make him stop, but it was too late he was already in me and I was just going to have to adapt and overcome. He pushed down firmly on my chest and raise my knees and fucked into me, completely overpowering me with his size inside and out. At this point I was merely along for the ride, and I was the ride.
He was arriving eight, nine inches deep in my hole and ramming me was so forceful that in itself was a major turn on. He lifted my whole body off the table with his thrusting, my arse twitched and pulsed from a place deep inside me I didn’t know existed to the last nerve ending on my prised apart pussy lips. It felt so fucking good and Bob was obviously not being too boastful in his assessment that I would learn a lot from him. This was a king cock and as many dicks as I’d had to this point, I was now very much the nerdy uncool one as I grappled against his prick with my pathetic hole and he just opened me up like a slutmaster. I must have surrendered. I opened up and my arse gave way to that superdick. I went from struggling to survive to desperately wanting him to absolutely destroy my arsehole and I’d do anything he wanted to make certain it happened.
I revelled in my newfound anal capability. He held the back of my neck to pull against and just fucked my arse deliberately, deeply and grated against any last muscular resistance seeking it out in my arsehole any fight that I could put up until he defeated me and that big beautiful weapon was all inside me and gliding balls to tip. My arsehole burned like it was on fire and he made my hot pussy into a gaping fuck tunnel of lust. I craved the discomfort of that bulging dick deep stretching my gay cunt to bursting point and his merciless pumping. I was in the whore zone. I pushed back against his thrusts and he derogatorily called me a dirty little piggy and I agreed. He took my dignity and I wanted him to have it. I wanted to please him I was the servant of that man’s cock and I really let myself go.
And I had to because Bob was a chameleon. He spat in my face. He called me a filthy whore. He mocked me for being a slut. He rammed his cock so deep in my arse and made it hurt so good I was walking that fine line between pleasurable pain and outright fear. It made my hormones go crazy. My arse was coozing pussy juice and I must’ve had a heart rate of about 200. I’m getting absolutely carted all over the room by this experienced mature lover impaling me and degrading me and I am moaning like a wounded animal for this man who is owning me. He is alternately drilling and gaping me out, loading his cock into me like a torpedo into a tube and then battering it in there somehow making me just ache for more and whimper in a delightful agony from moment to moment.
“You need to earn it slut” he warned me as I’m asking, more like begging, for him to cum inside me. I get to suck his glistening glazed tool all coated in my cooze and the taste is exotic and his four fingers just disappear into my vacated shitbox and he is fisting me just long enough for me to gag on his powertool and I’m momentarily full at both ends. He fistfucks me and laughs as my cock is hard “look how much you need this”. And he’s right, I so do. He has transformed me in the space of 15mins from tipsy respectable toyboy to total cock whore naked in his kitchen with his arm up my arsehole and a dirty monster dick down my throat and my own cock hung more erect than its ever been relishing the experience. Almost by accident I cum around his fist and my cock just spits cum involuntarily across the room. I am clenching down on his hand so hard he pulls it out with a slurp and my hole twitches, clenching at nothingness, desperate for something to refill it. My body is just about convulsing.
Bob doesn’t hesitate and moves in for the kill. He reloads that cockweapon into my disgraced anal fuck tube and pumps me like a piston. He spit on me again and pushes my head back to the table and unleashes a serious on slaps to my bum to accompany the anal demolition he’s undertaking. He pulls my useless dick away from the operation zone and tells me I am a disgrace for cumming first. “Nobody does that without my permission” he barked as he fucked me extra rough and nasty, sweating and cursing. I’m breathless it’s just becoming a desperate plea by me to earn that sperm in my greedy arsehole. All I want it that man to inseminate me so I can please him.
And then there it is as this powerful man’s sperm comes through like a flood inside of my steaming hot arsehole. I deserved it, but Bob wasn’t going to give me any praise. I pathetically clenched at his cock with my cock-milking gay cunt showing off my favourite trick, and he just fucked right through that like I was a rank amateur. The fuck train was pulling into the station. Then he finished as he started, abruptly. There was no aftercare in Bob’s erotic world.
It’s not over until he leads me naked by the arm into the courtyard out the back and kneels me naked on the red bricks. I don’t think there was any question in my mind what was going to happen next and I knew it was my duty as his piss poured into my mouth and a violent stream sprayed into my face and all down my chest for me to rub all over me. I drank as much as I could but it just kept coming and I am being water-boarded with his golden shower like the slut he has turned me into. That fleshy greasy snake of a cock is rubbed all in my wet face and I am lost to it all.
I looked up at him for approval and he semi-playfully slapped my face and told me to I still had a lot to learn. His substantial intellect serving me up a manipulative verbal manifest of degradation that accompanies the post-fucking to have me willingly submit and agree to every twist and turn. I am thrown a towel and collect my clothes, call a taxi and go home defeated and despite my orgasm and his, desperately horny still. Its like he has awakened every stimuli in me rather than satisfy me, which he most definitely did. It’s the way he finishes this fuck, and the next and the next that leaves it that way.
We “drink first and fuck later” like this for a few months, then he gradually loses interest in me once I become too easy, too depart for that cock, this challenger defeated, and he’s onto the next conquest. Another younger man around my age, the next candidate about to get a personal tutorial from this professor of big dick homosexual lust. And so he goes I believe to this day. One gay pussy after another for that insatiable cock. What a wonderful thing. SO as I reflect now if Bob taught me one thing; I will do just about anything for a mature guy with a proper big cock.
I met Bob when I was 33yo. I was only just settling into being happily divorced and after about six wild months I was looking for something a bit more than baring my bum at beats and getting pumped full of cum by strangers in public toilets (as good as that was).
Bob told me he was “clickety click sixty-six” but I reckon he was understating that by at least a few years probably more. He was the quintessential academic-looking type; a hint of European pedigree maybe Balkan a generation back, dull-gold framed glasses, bit of a potbelly and goatee beard, and though he presented himself in public in a tweed sports jacket and chinos, he was younger at heart and cooler than the stereotype he first appeared. And in that paradox of the straightest and smartest looking guy in the room is probably the kinkiest, Bob said some things to me that made the cock slut in me blush and had this look in his eye that said “I’ve seen things”.
On our first meet-up was for a drink at the Richmond Hotel in Adelaide, a slightly offbeat non-mainstream city bar. I admit it was a bit awkward at first and I didn’t feel it immediately, but as we talked about banal things like where we grew up, went to high school and what movies we liked, I realised I had a lot more in common than the 33yr age gap would indicate. In fact, the double-my-age-gap was soon all the conversation and it zoned in on all the right sexy buttons for me. Older men are such a turn on for some reason, it always has and still does something extra for me. I could feel myself getting more and more horny as the chemistry in my body moved him out of the friendzone and into I want your hot mature cock balls deep inside my hungry arse zone!
As the drinks flowed, Bob loosened up and told me he had fucked a lot of younger men over the years and fancied himself as something of a “specialist”. A specialist in what I asked. “You’ll find out soon enough” he glared. He detailed some of those experiences at a volume that raised eyebrows from inevitable eavesdroppers, then right in front of everyone at the pub we had a massive spontaneous lascivious inappropriate pash. This was 2008 and while that sounds recent enough and should be cool, and this bar was the kind of place that was almost anything goes from derelicts to would be gangsters and lunching ladies, it was about 3pm on a weekday and I could feel the stares as this man double my age almost indecently tongue pashed me and I inhaled the pheromone from an aroused cock through his pants like a scent hound, and over the scotch and soda on his breath. We had to go somewhere now.
We piled into a taxi downstairs and headed to Bob’s place a short ten-minute ride away. He guided my hand over the hard mound in his pants and I could feel the outline of a proper big cock in there hardening as I gripped at it. This mountainous thing put the bone in boner arching up from his crotch like a third arm. Sometimes you get a vibe about a guy maybe it’s the way they sit or walk or just some big cock energy. There was a reason this man and I had been matched by a mutual fuck-friend, and I was beginning to think it was because he knew I love a big cock in me and Bob liked a hungry arsehole to put that big dick into. Maybe it was the alcohol or just that sense of anticipation when its game-on with a man, I felt my excitement levels rising and my inhibitions slipping away as my cocklust began to take over.
Arriving at Bob’s neat trendy little cottage, behind the heavy door with the sunlight like a bright gay pussy at one end and the long hallway leading up to it forming a perfect metaphor, Bob transformed. Leading me to the kitchen, he instructed me to undress and let him see ‘the merchandise”. I took off my pants and he spun me around first thing to look at my bum, which he slapped and parted my cheeks to inspect the hole he was about to get into. “Jeff was right” or something similar he said which I assumed was a positive reaction, and he sunk his thumb into my arsehole raw and roughly, making my knees bend to take it in, and me to moan with approval. He slapped my bum not just firmly but hard and his big hands kneaded my stinging cheeks like dough. Bob moved up to my face and kissing my neck as quietly instructed me to take the rest of my clothes off. So I’m nude in the kitchen with this man who has unboxed me like his latest purchase and I’m sucking his thumb now straight from my bum and fumbling at his fly to open his pants and see what my reward looks like.
Out from his pants came this cobra of a cock. One of those mature monsters I always hope to find, about 8-9 inches maybe more. It rose up like a dragon at the head and set itself defying gravity like an airliner at take off. This was one big glorious penis and it was a pretty dick all cut shaved and presented to me like a vintage weapon from the cold war era. I remember distinctly thinking “jackpot” as I dutifully took it in my mouth. It smelled clean and fleshy and just a hint of sweat to the taste.
Bob guided my head down and pushed that dick into the back of my throat and it was just that ideal blend of hard and malleable. It awkwardly slid down the inside of my neck, only just, and I gagged on it with determination but that cock was too big for me to swallow whole and Bob knew it, bouncing it off my reflex so my eyes watered and removing it for me to gasp for air and then turning to give me a dive between his own bum cheeks to eat his sexy mature arse and I got the sense of how his was going to play out. He spat in my face and rubbed it all over to mix with the drool I had from gagging on his dick. I gasped for air and felt a hot flush across my body of mild panic and excitement. The cadence and order had been established. Bob runs the show, he is the teacher and I’m the pupil.
He sat me up on the kitchen table and reciprocated my cock sucking efforts as he gave my very hard comparatively modest dick a good slurpy suck and cupped my full achy balls, complimenting me on their weight as he started work on my gay pussy. It was some fancy tonguework then a handful of fingers and I just leaned back on that bench as he probed me and physically held my hole open to hasten his attendance. I don’t know what he used for lube, it was cooking oil or something from the pantry there, then he spread my legs and aligned our hips in between and pushed his big mature cock straight into me. It pressed against my pussy entrance for a few second as I held my breath, then he just entered me like a diver into a pool, there was no splash or disturbance it just penetrated me with the oil a good depth and I flinched with its displacement as it filled my greedy gay cunt so immediately that I couldn’t help but cry out. Oh God, it was delightful agony. It felt huge. It felt magnificent. But it agony nonetheless I lost my breath and pushed back vainly to make him stop, but it was too late he was already in me and I was just going to have to adapt and overcome. He pushed down firmly on my chest and raise my knees and fucked into me, completely overpowering me with his size inside and out. At this point I was merely along for the ride, and I was the ride.
He was arriving eight, nine inches deep in my hole and ramming me was so forceful that in itself was a major turn on. He lifted my whole body off the table with his thrusting, my arse twitched and pulsed from a place deep inside me I didn’t know existed to the last nerve ending on my prised apart pussy lips. It felt so fucking good and Bob was obviously not being too boastful in his assessment that I would learn a lot from him. This was a king cock and as many dicks as I’d had to this point, I was now very much the nerdy uncool one as I grappled against his prick with my pathetic hole and he just opened me up like a slutmaster. I must have surrendered. I opened up and my arse gave way to that superdick. I went from struggling to survive to desperately wanting him to absolutely destroy my arsehole and I’d do anything he wanted to make certain it happened.
I revelled in my newfound anal capability. He held the back of my neck to pull against and just fucked my arse deliberately, deeply and grated against any last muscular resistance seeking it out in my arsehole any fight that I could put up until he defeated me and that big beautiful weapon was all inside me and gliding balls to tip. My arsehole burned like it was on fire and he made my hot pussy into a gaping fuck tunnel of lust. I craved the discomfort of that bulging dick deep stretching my gay cunt to bursting point and his merciless pumping. I was in the whore zone. I pushed back against his thrusts and he derogatorily called me a dirty little piggy and I agreed. He took my dignity and I wanted him to have it. I wanted to please him I was the servant of that man’s cock and I really let myself go.
And I had to because Bob was a chameleon. He spat in my face. He called me a filthy whore. He mocked me for being a slut. He rammed his cock so deep in my arse and made it hurt so good I was walking that fine line between pleasurable pain and outright fear. It made my hormones go crazy. My arse was coozing pussy juice and I must’ve had a heart rate of about 200. I’m getting absolutely carted all over the room by this experienced mature lover impaling me and degrading me and I am moaning like a wounded animal for this man who is owning me. He is alternately drilling and gaping me out, loading his cock into me like a torpedo into a tube and then battering it in there somehow making me just ache for more and whimper in a delightful agony from moment to moment.
“You need to earn it slut” he warned me as I’m asking, more like begging, for him to cum inside me. I get to suck his glistening glazed tool all coated in my cooze and the taste is exotic and his four fingers just disappear into my vacated shitbox and he is fisting me just long enough for me to gag on his powertool and I’m momentarily full at both ends. He fistfucks me and laughs as my cock is hard “look how much you need this”. And he’s right, I so do. He has transformed me in the space of 15mins from tipsy respectable toyboy to total cock whore naked in his kitchen with his arm up my arsehole and a dirty monster dick down my throat and my own cock hung more erect than its ever been relishing the experience. Almost by accident I cum around his fist and my cock just spits cum involuntarily across the room. I am clenching down on his hand so hard he pulls it out with a slurp and my hole twitches, clenching at nothingness, desperate for something to refill it. My body is just about convulsing.
Bob doesn’t hesitate and moves in for the kill. He reloads that cockweapon into my disgraced anal fuck tube and pumps me like a piston. He spit on me again and pushes my head back to the table and unleashes a serious on slaps to my bum to accompany the anal demolition he’s undertaking. He pulls my useless dick away from the operation zone and tells me I am a disgrace for cumming first. “Nobody does that without my permission” he barked as he fucked me extra rough and nasty, sweating and cursing. I’m breathless it’s just becoming a desperate plea by me to earn that sperm in my greedy arsehole. All I want it that man to inseminate me so I can please him.
And then there it is as this powerful man’s sperm comes through like a flood inside of my steaming hot arsehole. I deserved it, but Bob wasn’t going to give me any praise. I pathetically clenched at his cock with my cock-milking gay cunt showing off my favourite trick, and he just fucked right through that like I was a rank amateur. The fuck train was pulling into the station. Then he finished as he started, abruptly. There was no aftercare in Bob’s erotic world.
It’s not over until he leads me naked by the arm into the courtyard out the back and kneels me naked on the red bricks. I don’t think there was any question in my mind what was going to happen next and I knew it was my duty as his piss poured into my mouth and a violent stream sprayed into my face and all down my chest for me to rub all over me. I drank as much as I could but it just kept coming and I am being water-boarded with his golden shower like the slut he has turned me into. That fleshy greasy snake of a cock is rubbed all in my wet face and I am lost to it all.
I looked up at him for approval and he semi-playfully slapped my face and told me to I still had a lot to learn. His substantial intellect serving me up a manipulative verbal manifest of degradation that accompanies the post-fucking to have me willingly submit and agree to every twist and turn. I am thrown a towel and collect my clothes, call a taxi and go home defeated and despite my orgasm and his, desperately horny still. Its like he has awakened every stimuli in me rather than satisfy me, which he most definitely did. It’s the way he finishes this fuck, and the next and the next that leaves it that way.
We “drink first and fuck later” like this for a few months, then he gradually loses interest in me once I become too easy, too depart for that cock, this challenger defeated, and he’s onto the next conquest. Another younger man around my age, the next candidate about to get a personal tutorial from this professor of big dick homosexual lust. And so he goes I believe to this day. One gay pussy after another for that insatiable cock. What a wonderful thing. SO as I reflect now if Bob taught me one thing; I will do just about anything for a mature guy with a proper big cock.
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