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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I ain’t gonna lie - dealing with that fat dick wore me the fuck out! I went to the bathroom walking like I was on broken glass but it wasn’t my feet that was hurting. As I washed up, I was wondering why in the hell did I think taking on the challenge his cock presented was a good thing? Because he had the audacity to imply that he couldn’t be handled and my ego wasn’t hearing any of that.

Before I got dressed, I decided to throw caution to the wind and fuck with him by asking, “You wanna go again?”

He looked at me like I was crazy... and he wasn’t that wrong about that. He shook his head and said, “Nah, man, I’m good!”

Small favors. I knew if he had said we could go again, I wouldn’t have been able to handle him one way or the other; shit, I’d already learned that I couldn’t even close my hand around his dick - and I could palm a basketball.

But I felt good and vindicated; he issued the challenge, I accepted it, and took the measure of him and, hah, he didn’t want anything more to do with me, huh? I can’t handle it?

Yeah, I did even though I knew my body was gonna pay me back...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]once I’d gotten him out of me - and, yes, my ass was sore - I turned to him and ignored the look on his face and said, “Go wash up - I’m not done with it yet.”

He blinked and I actually expected him to give me some shit about what just happened but he just kinda nodded and headed off to the bathroom... and I spent that time convincing my hole that it was gonna be okay and promised to give it a nice soaking in the tub when I got home.

He returned and said, “Well, that’s not what I had in mind so now what?”

”Now I suck that fat-ass dick and make you cum in my mouth,” I said.

”Don’t you wanna fuck me like we agreed?” he asked.

”Changed my mind - you telling me you can’t handle it?” I asked and so “sweetly” innocent that I might have given myself diabetes.

”Um, uh,” he stammered and I wasn’t really interested in whatever answer he had. I took him by the hand and liked him toward me; I slid over and tugged on his hand to get him to lie down and once he did, I wasted no time getting his dick in my mouth and, fuck - this motherfucker was easier to swallow when he was hard! But I had accepted his challenge and was determined to prove to him that, yeah, that dick was seriously fat... but I could handle it, no sweat.

Once he started to get hard, that’s when the real work began. He’d already busted a good-sized nut - I could feel it pouring out of my gaped open hole and it was quite breezy, too, so it stood to reason that he wasn’t gonna cum again any time soon.

It almost an hour to get him to cum and it was a battle. Every time he thought I was struggling with him in my mouth, I’d take him deep to show him that, nope, you not bothering me at all and I can do this all day... but secretly hoping and praying I wouldn’t have to because this was one seriously fat, thick dick I was working over.

My whole face was hurting and my jaw muscled had served notice to divorce me if I didn’t stop trying to prove to him that I could handle all that dick. But my perseverance paid off and he shot a nice hot load into my mouth; I don’t know if he was happy but I was... but I still wasnt done with him.

He’s lying there gasping and didn’t resist one bit when I crawled over to him so I could slide my dick between his lips and, to his credit, he did a rather amazing job of sucking me until I came... and I know he heard me snicker when he took in a bit too much of me and gagged.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I backed off until until his fat knob remained in my mouth and I looked up at him and saw him looking back at me with eyes as big as those proverbial dinner plates. Yeah, he didn’t know it was gonna be like that; I knew that he knew that there were a lot of guys who couldn’t even come close to doing what I’d just done to him and just like I knew he thought I was going scream and cry like a little bitch when he stuffed that fat dick in my ass so I sucked and licked his knob for a few moment before stopping and saying to him, “Fuck me; get it in me...”

He kinda staggered away from me to get, of all things and a blast from the past, a jar of Vaseline. He appeared to regain his swagger and confidence as I watched him grease his sausage; I held my hand out for the goop and didn’t take my eyes off of his as I slathered a big glob of it on my hole and used a finger to get as much of it in me as I could.

Yep, it was going to hurt like a son of a bitch and that was a given. I turned around and got on my knees and even arched my ass up at him and said, “I’m ready - give it to me, big boy!”

I heard him snicker and I’m not gonna lie - when I felt the head of his sick spreading my asshole wide open, it hurt like a motherfucker and I did groan and suck in a deep breath. I heard him say, “Yeah, it’s like that!”

And I asked him, “What are you waiting for? Get the rest of it in me and fuck me!” He was hesitant - pretty sure no one had ever said that to him before - so I just backed up as hard as I could and, holy shit, wow, whew, yep, that was something... but I had all of that fat dick in my ass.

Just in time, too, because I heard him say, “Oh, fuck, no...” and felt that fat dick pumping away in my ass and,again, whew, oh, boy, yep, that pumping was stretching my hole even further every time it expanded.

It was delicious and hurt so good! He was done filling my hole with spunk and now came the harder part - getting that fat motherfucker out of me. I could have just moved forward to lie flat and that would do it except the last time I had such a fat dick in me and made that move, the guy’s dick came out of me so fast that my ass muscles actually rebounded - they slammed close, bounced open, then closed again.

Nope... that didn’t feel good at all and my hole hurt for a whole week. Instead, I just, um, “shit” him out while moving slowly until I felt him slip out - whew![/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]Twenty minutes ago, the very naked guy strutting before me in all his naked “glory” had bragged about how fat his dick was and was quite confident that I couldn’t handle it. He was right about one thing: His dick was fat and I mean fat like an overstuffed sausage fat and topped with an equally fat head.

Lengthwise? His dick was short by anyone’s standards but, yeah, what he lacked in length he made up for with girth... lots of girth. What he didn’t know or even bother to ask was that I’d seen and had fatter dicks than his, both in my mouth and in my ass; he also didn’t know that his bragging was just him throwing down a challenging gauntlet and nothing excited me more than being given a challenge the other guy knew or believed I’d be unequal to.

He thought I would be in for one hell of a surprise... and I was about to prove him wrong and perhaps surprise him instead. He’d watched me get undressed and I could feel his eyes crawling over me and the moment they locked onto my dick. He said said, “Not bad - a little skinny but you gots some dick there, man!”

I just smiled at him and watched him continuing to strut around the room and like he was looking for something when I knew he just wanted me to see that fat-asses dick waving around. Oh, it was impressively fat and I knew when he got around to shaving it in my ass, oh, yeah, I’d be feeling a breeze back there later but he wasn’t anything for me to worry about... but I was about to give him something to worry about.

”Bring that over here,” I said, nodding and pointing at his dick, noting that my dick was longer than his and he was hard... and I wasn’t - yet.

He strutted over and said, “Yeah, here... I know you can’t handle this!”

I said, “Okay...” and pulled him to me, opened my mouth... and made his whole dick disappear and held it nice and deep.

I think he realized that he was the one in trouble and not me because he tried to pull away from me; his dick was doing that twitching thing that told me that he was gonna cum any second now and I even took a moment to think about taking him out of the game right now or to let him stay in it.

Truthfully, that fat motherfucking dick was making shit interesting for me; my jaws were aching just a bit too much and breathing was a bit more difficult but, again, nothing I couldn’t handle. For him, this was about getting laid but for me, it was a matter of personal honor.[/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]In a lot of my cock sucking adventures - and those that weren't with guys who expected me to suck them - I'd wind up being able to suck dick because some guy would ask, "What would you do if some guy asked you to blow them?" and, depending on the guy and what I knew about him, I'd often say, "I'd blow them..." Sometimes the question would be, "If a dude asked to suck your dick, would you let him?" and, again, depending on what I knew about the guy asking, I'd say, "I'd let him do it - it's not like I've never had a guy suck my dick before."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]What I had learned was that whoever would pose questions like this wasn't asking for informational purposes only; they were really trying to find out if I was down for sucking dick and now it was on me to decide how - or if - I was going to answer the question; sometimes, to test what I was thinking, I'd answer their question with a question like, "What would you do?" - then watch their reaction which, a lot of times, was funny as fuck watching and listening to them trip all over themselves trying to convince me that just because they were asking didn't mean that they wanted to... which pretty much told me that they wanted to; sometimes, guys can be as transparent as air.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]My protégé asked me how I managed to suck so much dick and I honestly told him that I got to suck a lot of dicks because someone would ask me if I would suck them or allow them to suck me and, again, outside of hooking up with a guy and cock sucking was expected. I told him, "More often than not, I'd find myself being in the right place at the right time and all I had to do was say yes or no... and I usually said yes unless my instincts were screaming at me to turn his offer down."

Why ask when I didn't really have to? Plus, I can play the game with the best of them and I can, in playing the game, be just as vague as some guys can be when they're trying to feel me out and, yeah, I kinda got this... attitude that if you want to get into some cock sucking, just ask because if I want to suck your dick, I'm going to ask you if I'm kinda sure you wouldn't mind... but I rarely have to ask. And, who knows? I just might say yes.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Into the adult years and things just changed; no one was really asking if they could blow me or if I'd blow them because it was an expectation and the only and more serious question asked was whether I swallowed or not. So whether I was down with sucking and being sucked was a moot point and since I swallowed, I got to suck a lot of dick and swallow a lot of cum... most of the time: Sometimes a guy's cum just tasted awful.

I've given out a few bro-jobs or mercy sucks and, thinking about them, I realized that I didn't actually ask them if I could suck their dick as much as I'd ask them if they thought it would make them feel better if I were to blow them which, I guess, is really a semantical difference that isn't much of a difference but asking in this way "saved" me from sounding eager and desperate... even when I had no prior thoughts about sucking dick but as I said earlier, it would hit me that blowing him just might be the thing to do.

I still don't know why that makes sense or how I'd get into my head that sucking his dick was [I]the thing[/I] that would make him feel good. With the guys who were suffering from a horrible case of blue balls and dropping hints that getting their dick sucked would be really nice right about now, it wasn't a matter of me asking if I could suck them but I'd sometimes say, "I might be able to help you with that..." because offering wasn't asking.

Whether they accepted or not was, of course, different even thought once I told a guy that, yes, I was serious about helping with that problem, the dick would come out and I'd suck the living daylights out of it and, most of the time, I'd get my dick sucked but if I didn't, that was okay since there were a lot of times I'd suck a guy's cock and wasn't thinking about him sucking mine.

Sometimes I'd be just sitting and talking to a guy and thinking about how much I needed to suck a dick and, yeah, especially his dick and so much that the guy would ask me what I was thinking about... and I had no problem being honest and saying, "I was thinking about how good it would be to suck your dick." Some guys would be shocked and surprised and feel some kind of way about me saying that... but I was of a mind that one shouldn't ask me questions they don't wanna hear the answers to. It wasn't as much of a thing of me being honest with them as it was a thing about me being honest with myself; I want to suck your dick and you happened to ask me what I was thinking about before I could ask you if I could blow you.

Again, it wasn't a thing of a guy saying yes or no so much - and they often said yes and sometimes if they said no at first, they'd come back and agree to it later. It was - and still is - a thing of not asking if I can but letting it be known that if you don't mind, neither do I. I'd later think that my resistance to asking had something to do with always having to ask women if I could have sex with them... and even when the woman was mine already. Some women just love to make us beg for sex and it's so unbecoming and even embarrassing and more so when most of the time, they turn us down and sometimes give us a bunch of shit about, "Is that all you ever think about?"

And some guys just don't react well to other guys asking such a question and I've never been one to like conflict and, as such, it's always better to err on the side of caution and not give voice to the question that's on my mind:

"Can I suck your dick?" I've actually asked maybe eight or nine times in my life... and maybe two of the guys I've directly asked said no and that they weren't into that. Okay, total bummer but it's true that if you don't ask, you won't ever know one way or the other and there's a 50/50 chance that the guy I'm asking is going to say yes... or no fucking way.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Don't get me wrong - there were a whole lot of times when I was dying to ask a guy if I could suck his dick but I didn't get the chance to because either he wound up asking me or the moment just slipped away from me, leaving me mentally kicking my own ass and asking myself why didn't I ask when I had the chance. And, yeah, sometimes, no matter how badly I'd want to suck some guy's dick, there were other things about him that made sure that I wouldn't let the question out.

Then I had to consider something: Would the other guy think I was begging to suck his dick? I'd had so many guys ask to blow me and I could hear the... desperation in his voice along with his growing excitement and sometimes I'd be a little annoyed since those guys usually were whining while asking... and I didn't want to sound like that and more so when I'd seen some guys begging to suck a dick and the guy they were begging wouldn't be "nice" about it, often teasing them mercilessly and getting the poor guy's hopes up... then crushing their hopes by saying no or, worse, running around later and telling everyone they knew that so-and-so was a cock sucking faggot.

Yeah... I wasn't having any of that and, besides, since guys were asking me if they could suck me or if I'd suck them, I didn't have to ask them. I learned, however, that there was a big difference between someone [I]asking[/I] and someone [B]telling[/B] me, like implying that things would be bad for me if I didn't do as they said and suck their dick. I didn't like that at all and I guessed while that tactic worked on other guys, they didn't know it wasn't going to work on me because when they'd say something like, "Suck my dick or else!" I'd fire back, "Or else what?" Some guys would say that they were gonna beat me up and then make me suck their dick and sometimes I'd say, "Try it..." because they had no idea that I'd been studying judo and karate since I was nine... and I was very good at both.

Sometimes I'd get into some really heavy cock sucking with a guy and, somewhere along the line, he'd ask me why I hadn't asked him if we could do this... and, to my own surprise, well, I didn't know why I didn't ask and it wasn't like the question was on my lips to begin with - I just didn't. I thought that maybe it was because I'd gotten so used to other guys popping the question that I didn't have to - all I had to do was wait for them to bring it up and since I had this on my mind to begin with, I already knew I was going to say yes.

Sometimes it made me feel like I was a chicken about asking and there might have been some truth to that since, again, I'd seen guys ask to suck a dick... and it didn't go well for them - and they didn't get to suck that dick.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]For as long as I've been sucking dick, I can count on both hands - maybe - the number of times I've actually asked a guy if I could suck his dick, not because I was afraid to but when guys are asking me if I'd blow them, I didn't have to ask.

I have asked, "Are you asking me to suck your dick?" or other confirming questions like, "Do you want me to suck your dick?" but, again, I've rarely asked a guy if I could and then only in what I call "special situations," like the times when I'd be with a guy and he's in great distress over something and getting him past whatever's bothering would be accomplished by giving him a blow job.

I go back, once more, to my younger days and meeting guys outside of the neighborhood and ten out of ten times, the guy has asked me that question and even though I'd been asked that question a lot, it never failed to amaze me how eagerly they'd ask while there was an underlying uncertainty about whether I'd say yes or not... and saying "no" usually didn't happen since not only did I love sucking cock, I loved having mine sucked.

And, yeah, it was a very safe bet that if I told the guy that he could suck my dick, his was going to get sucked as well.

Once I was out in the woods of the local park with a guy; we'd been bumming around the place and exploring and had even found a couple of watches that were still in good working order. I guess we'd been trudging through the woods for an hour or so when we decided to sit down for a rest and we went from talking about what we'd seen on our trek so far to him asking, "If I show you mine, will you show me yours?"

Of course I would! We're both giggling as we pulled our pants and underwear down and exposed our dicks to each other and I didn't know about him but I could feel myself starting to drool a little to see that he already had a boner and I didn't have to look down at myself to know that I had one - all I had to do was see the look on his face. Next was, "Can I touch it?" followed by me asking, "Can I touch yours?"

A moment later we're sitting close to each other on the fallen tree we'd been resting on and jerking on each other's dick and while that was nice and felt good, I very much wanted to suck his dick and taste all that clear stuff that was oozing out of the head of his dick but before I could ask him, he asked me if he could suck my dick.

Saved me the "problem" of asking him... and whatever plans we had about continuing our hike in the woods got left by the side of the road.[/SIZE][/FONT]