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This happened many years ago, when my ex-wife and I were in our first year of dating. We had been dating for about 9 months, and things were getting a little more serious, Michelle wanted marriage, commitment, and I wanted a little time before we took such a serious step. I was very attracted to her, she was about five foot four, 110 lb to 120 lb. She had an athletic body, from years of Dance and Athletics. She looked very serious until she smiled, she would go from looking cold, and untouchable to warm and flirtatious.
She had very nicely shaped medium-sized breasts, and really beautiful large pink nipples that were very very sensitive . I could kiss and caress them all night long. She had a nice sized firm ass, along with nicely shaped hips. She had a beautiful thick bush, that would pop out of her panties. Her pussy was small, very wet, very warm, and very welcoming. I loved her taste and her smell. She used to love me exploring her whole pussy with my tongue, and doing the same with her sweet booty. She was very tight, but I never got the sense I was able to reach the end of her pussy. This drove both of us crazy at times, we tried every position possible but to no avail.


We were out having dinner, and she seemed distracted and nervous. It was hard to engage her in any conversation, she was very serious through most of our meal. She then told me she had somethin to tell me, and that she was very nervous and afraid of how I may react.
She had been friendly with one of my friends Stanley. Stanley was tall, blond decent-looking, with a nice body. He also had a nice size bulge. I never really sensed anything between him and her, they just seem like buds. She confessed that she had been very attracted to him, but mostly kept her distance from him. She then told me that against her better judgement she had visited him at his house. She said he had made a pass at her, he had started kissing her neck, and while kissing her neck he put his hands down her shirt and was caressing her breasts and nipples, and she could feel his hard cock against her ass, she said she could smell her own arousal,, she confessed that she felt his cock through his pants , she said she was taken back by his size. She told me they did this for quite a while
I was shocked,, I felt as I had been kicked in the stomach, but at the same time I felt very aroused, I felt my cock getting rock hard as she told me this, it was one of the most confusing moments of my life. The woman I loved was telling me about getting felt up by one of my friends, and I felt like I was about to cum. She said she knew she had to stop seeing him completely, but went over his house again when he called her. He told her he wanted to taste her and be inside of her, she said she was so turned on that her panties were completely soaked, she said it was like she was in heat, and her pussy ached for him. She said when she got to his door he grabbed her, and brought her right into the bedroom where he tore off her clothes. She said his cock was beautiful, she grabbed it and started sucking it, she said he started to eat her, and they both came in each other's mouths. They then professed their love for each other.
I'm listening to this, and I am in total Heat. I kept asking myself what is wrong with me, again listening to the woman I love tell how my friend came in her mouth, and I'm ready to cum myself. She then told me that she opened up her legs, and he slowly entered her. She said it was a little uncomfortable because he was thicker than what she was used to. She then confessed that she had a very strong vaginal orgasm with him, which left her completely spent, she never had one with me. She told me that she had a very long pussy 7 + inch long, and Stanley had a very long cock, and hit a spot deep inside of her. So now I'm feeling humiliated and more aroused I ever had been in my life. She said she didn't have him use a condom because she wanted to feel his cum deep inside of her. I was wishing I had been there to clean her out after he came in her. She told me that she had been walking around in a sex induced Haze. She said she had become aware that she was in heat, not in love.


She said she knew what she did was completely wrong, and was hoping that I could forgive her. I asked her point-blank how would she be able to deal with not having vaginal orgasms with me, as my five inch cock would never be able to reach the end of her pussy. She adamantly said that she would be glad to give that up if we could be together. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to keep fucking him, but I didn't have the nerve, and my reaction to all this was really freaking me out. We did stay together for quite a few years, and as far as I know she never cheated again. But I can't tell you how many times I jerked off thinking of that while we were married. When I was inside of her I would think of how it feel for her when he was inside of her. Even though it was sick and wrong I always hoped she would cheat on me again, and have to confess it all over. Little did I know this desire would never go away. I always felt guilty that she wasn't able to enjoy that intense vaginal orgasm, maybe I was being selfish?

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]That guy with the 13"? Yeah... I did measure him because I didn't believe him... and I'll admit to be quite afraid just thinking about it going in my ass. Sucking him was challenging but while he had the length, he didn't have much in the way of girth and even as I sucked him, the thing that occupied my thoughts was that at some point, he's gonna try to get that dick in my ass. I could have said that I changed my mind about being fucked but, in some ways, it was a matter of honor to me; I agreed to be fucked by him because I wanted to be fucked and while seeing the size of his dick when he got it out had me thinking twice about that, I did agree to it.

The difference was that he took great care getting it all in me; it was... uncomfortable but not all that painful and, yeah, one he started fucking me, it was a serious rush to feel all of that dick going in and out of me and doing a number on my prostate. He took his time - he was in no hurry and he even kept saying that he didn't want to hurt me in any way and, honestly, he didn't. I had to admit that when he pushed all of that dick in me and busted, wow - never felt it that deep inside me before! When he pulled out, shit - it felt like it was taking forever for it to get out of me and what surprised me was that I expected to have my hole gaped very wide open and so much I could feel a breeze... and that wasn't the case at all. I was stoked: I took the longest dick I've ever personally seen and survived it and he fucked me damned good with it!

The funny part was when it was his turn to be fucked. My eight inches looked puny next to his dick and I had more girth... and I wish you could have seen and heard him acting like a girl as I eased the head of my dick in his ass... and muttering, "Too big... it's too big..." Really dude? I even laughed when I heard him saying that. He was squirming under me, using his hands to keep me from going deeper in him - it was fucking hilarious to see him acting like this... and I barely had half of my dick in him and I had no intentions on getting anymore of me in him given how he was behaving.

It's not how big the dick is that matters; it's how it used.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]You just gotta know your limits and I've had enough dicks in my ass that I know those limits very well and the bigger the dick, the more I'd rather not have my asshole ripped apart. I've had guys who were ridiculously fat and thick and, honestly, those are the guys who worry me the most and when they've tried to get it in me and my hole has reached its limits, I will tell him to stop... and he had better stop. If he's got some of it in, I will tell him to not even think about trying to get more in me and, thankfully, none of those stupidly thick guys have tried to.

"Just fuck me with whatever you have in me - that'll be fine." I learned not to care a whole lot if all a guy can get inside me is the head of his dick. He might not be... happy about that but this is my asshole and I know what it can handle better than anyone. There was this one guy who wanted to fist me and insisted that if he did, that would be better than any sized dick... and I told him that if he tried it, he was gonna wake up in the emergency room. A couple of fingers? No biggie. Long, fat dick? Okay - just take it easy getting in there. Want to shove your fist in my ass up to your elbow? Not ever gonna happen. There's always been that thin line between pleasure and pain and sometimes the pain can be... delicious but, if it's all the same to you, let's make sure it doesn't get to be that painful because, yeah - I know what that feels like, too, and I don't like it one bit.

Saw a porn clip the other day and a kinda skinny guy was in position to be fucked... and the guy who was sliding between his cheeks even had me saying, "Damn, that's big!" Train wreck time: I sat and watched his guy with a long and stupidly fat dick start shoving that motherfucker in the other guy's ass; the guy taking the dick had his face buried in a pillow and had two hands full of the sheets and mattress as, inch by inch, that big, long, fat dick got shoved into his ass. The guy did the porn thing: He pulled out so the camera could see how widely gaped the skinny guy's hole was and, yeah - an average-sized dick would have gotten lost in that gap. My own butthole twitched in both memory and sympathy for what that guy had to be feeling.

As fascinating as that was to see happening, what got my attention even more was how the guy with the phone pole fully buried in his ass was reacting to having a phone pole up his ass... and his body language said he wasn't having any fun at all. I've had guys like that in my ass, too, and even I've wondered just how in the hell he got all of that in me... but then again, I know why since I know how stretchable an asshole can be.

If something really big can come out of there, something really big can go in there... but the reality is that the dick doesn't have to be all that big or thick to be pleasurable... it's just that a lot of people are of a mind that it has to be or it's not going to feel good. I've had more fun and pleasure having a guy with a mere 5" inches in my ass than I have with someone way bigger being in there... but the reality says that a guy's dick is what it is; it's what he was born with so that's that. Now it's just a matter of whether or not one can find pleasure in being fucked and no matter how big or fat the dick is... and I've heard of and seen guys get their asses ripped and torn so, nah, let's not get into any of that: I don't want or need to be fucked [I]that[/I]​ badly so just get the head in there and cum in me.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I know I've probably hurt a lot of guys' feelings when they'd crow about how big their dick is and my reaction would be more ho-hum than anything else or I'd say that I've had bigger dicks and especially when I've honestly told them, "I'm not impressed..." or "Size means nothing - bigger ain't always better."

In negotiating with guys for some action, jeez, I get so tired of hearing guy apologizing for not having a big dick and thinking that they're gonna be rejected because they don't have to strap their cock to their body somewhere to keep from tripping over it or impeding the way they walk and move. I say that when a guy gets into having sex with men, they will learn a lot of shit that women do and women will tell you that it's not the size of the boat but the motion of the ocean... and they're right about that. I can't even begin to count how many women I've heard losing their minds over really big dicks and, after it was in them, turned right around and said that it hurt them more than it made them feel good.

I've run across many guys with huge cocks and, yeah, okay - that's gonna be challenging to deal with but I know that I can deal with it... because I've had bigger and learned to not try to do more than I'm able to do, whether I'm sucking it or homey is back there trying to squeeze it in my ass - and I will tell a guy quick, fast, and in a hurry to take it easy and, yes: I have handed out quite a few bloody noses and split lips to those guys who felt they didn't have to do as I asked them to.

Sure... it's a matter of both pride and ego to be able to say that you can handle big dicks but as I've said and learned, the size of the dick doesn't really matter... but how its owner uses it always matters. My protege will send me a pic of a guy whose cock is literally down to his knees... and it's soft; he'll ask me, "Can you imagine all of that dick going in your ass?"

And I'll say, "Been there, done that, know what that feels like..." It's not bragging - just a matter of fact and, yeah... that's a seriously interesting feeling to have so much dick in your ass and feeling the other guy's belly against your backside. It feels good and not so much but, yeah - it's in there. I might even be lying there and filled up with that huge cock and find myself wishing he'd hurry up and cum... but he got it in there for me to be thinking like this in the first place and the most important part of this is that once he got hard, I could have said, "Nope - not putting that in my ass..." and sometimes I've said exactly that, not because I don't think I can take it but because I don't wanna be bothered with trying to take it; being fucked is supposed to be pleasurable and not one of those things where too much discomfort has you thinking more about how uncomfortable you than you are thinking about how good it feels to be fucked.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My protege, who lives out on the West Coast, sent me a pic of a guy who had checked him out on one of his apps and that guy had sent him a dick pic and, yeah, it was pretty big. He had me laughing to myself when he said that he'd have to tell that guy no and that he wasn't getting anywhere near a dick that big. Of course, I know why he said what he did because he still tends to think that if a guy with a big dick sends him a pic, that means the guy wants to fuck him and I have a bit of a time trying to get him to understand that it doesn't always mean that.

I told him that if the guy said that he wanted to put that big dick in his ass, he could handle it just fine and he came back with, "Why would I want to?" I think that for a moment he forgot that the first guy who fucked him had a whopping nine inches of dick and had gotten most of it in his formerly virgin ass. Making it even funnier for me was that just the night before, he was flip-flopping with one of his regulars and while the guy didn't have what I'd call a big dick, it was big enough. I answered his question like this: You'd want to because you'd want him to stick it in you and cum deep inside of you; you're quite a bit macho (he's a former jock-type of guy) so you'd accept the challenge it presents and do it just to prove to yourself that you could take a big dick in your ass and you'd feel like a wimp if you didn't try to take it. I even said that doing so would give him bragging rights so that the next time a guy with a big dick was trying to impress him with it, he could say, "I've had bigger..."

And I told him, "You know you can always tell him to be gentle, right?"

He agreed with me. Of course, he asked me if I would let the owner of that dick fill my ass with it and I said that I would... and that I've had bigger. I reminded him that when you're nine and there's what would be an average-sized adult cock in your face, wow, it looks impossibly big. And when you get to the point where one of those adult-sized dicks can find its way into your ass and without causing any damage, eh, you tend to not be impressed by big dicks at all. Yeah... it might hurt like a motherfucker going in and be uncomfortable after it gets in but it's in there.

I also reminded him that I had a gigantic 13" dick buried in my ass before... so that guy in the pic? No sweat at all and the only real consideration is whether or not the guy with the big dick uses it more like a weapon than the instrument of pleasure its supposed to be... and in my experiences, some guys with really big dicks tend to use them more like weapons and, I guess, because they think that's what they're supposed to and that anyone on the other end of that dick wants to get "brutalized" with it.


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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The morning finds me up, dressed, and roaming around outside and I'm deep in thought; I just can't get that question he asked me out of my head. I run into one of the guys in this "new" neighborhood who likes to do it and as he walks over to me, yeah - I know what he's gonna say and ask me and I'm okay with it. We'll go to one of the few spots in this neighborhood where we can do it without being seen - and provided there isn't someone already there but no one is. We waste little time getting our dicks out and I'm recalling that this guy likes to suck and be sucked... but he doesn't like to fuck; he'd rather be fucked and I'm okay with it but, nah, not really; it's been difficult for me to get used to guys not wanting to fuck me but I'm trying my best to cope with it.

He's sucking my dick and I can't help but to compare him to how my brother sucks me. Don't get me wrong - the kid is good but not as good as my brother is. He makes me cum in his mouth and he's making a show out of swallowing my spunk but that doesn't surprise me - this guy's a little more gay than most of the guys in the area. I get on my knees to suck him and I take my time doing it to give myself time to recover and get hard again so I can fuck him in the ass. I get him to cum - hmm, too salty, I think - and I swallow quickly; stand up and take the little jar of Vaseline I know he always carries with him, slather some in his crack and on my dick, which isn't really fully hard but hard enough to get it in him. I stuff it in him and he groans and... giggles; I know he likes it good and hard so that's what I do; I can feel my muscles in my back protesting as I hammer his ass as hard as I can but I also notice that I'm not really enjoying this as much as I would - and have enjoyed it.

I cum in him - he giggles some more; I pull out, we thank each other, and go about our business, leaving me to think this whole "we can't do this anymore" thing my brother has me still thinking about. He's right - we need to stop but we both know that we can't and I don't understand why we can't. As I continue to roam the 'hood, I'm thinking about this whole sex with other guys thing; maybe it's time to give it up totally and completely? I didn't really have fun doing it to that guy just a little while ago but that's because I was thinking too much about not doing it with my brother again... and knowing that the first chance we get, we will do it again and if we get in trouble, so be it.

I make a trip home to clean myself up and I find myself sitting in our room and [B]still[/B] thinking about that damned question he asked; I'm still waffling all over the place: Yes, this has to stop. Nah, it's not gonna stop. It really is a very wrong thing to do being both boys and brothers... and it feels so right to do because we're boys and brothers. I hear the door open and close then hear someone coming upstairs and I know who it is without having to get up and look or ask; it's my brother and a shiver works its way through me because, until he came in, there was no one home but me and a glance at my clock tells me that no one else will return home any time soon.

He walks into our room, sees me sitting there... and smiles before he says, "Hey..."

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]We get untangled and I hear him cuss softly before saying, "I'm sorry... but this shit is too good to not do it..."

"Yeah, I know," I said because I really do understand the truth of it. Some very short minutes later, he's in me again, slamming his dick into my ass over and over and a bit harder than usual but it's okay; it feels so damned good - but it's always felt so damned good. I know that my dick is soft but I can feel the warmth of it trapped between my belly and the bed; he really slams his dick into me and harder than ever before and a warmth spreads through me and makes me shudder and, oh, wow, I can feel spunk oozing out of my soft dick and I wonder for a very brief moment how that is even possible... but I stop thinking because he's gotten harder, a little thicker... and he's pumping his jizz into me - again.

How he would ever want to stop doing this is beyond me... but I know why and I don't give a fuck.

"Damn," I hear him say as he pulls out of me and rolls over; not much Vaseline is needed - just a little swipe for both of us - and my dick is now very hard and instead of just laying down and sticking it in him, I want to watch it going in; I want to see my much bigger dick spreading his hole open and vanishing inside of him. So good. So damned nasty and forbidden. And I don't give a fuck.

I don't so much as pound him but, yeah, I'm giving him the dick with a purpose. I love this just as much as I sometimes which we had never started doing this. I can hear the squishy sounds; I hear him muttering over and over, "Do it to me, do it to me..." and the next thing I know, I feel like I've been struck by lightning and all I can feel is my dick pumping spunk into my brother's asshole... and like I've done so many times before.

Again the routine of pulling out and cleaning up; I go first and come back and as I sit on my bed thinking - and again, not for the first time - about how wrong this is but how good it feels, I look at the clock and it's only twenty after two; I blink because it felt like it took "hours" for us to fuck each other again.

He comes back to bed and slides under his covers and I do the same thing. However, he says, "Nah... we can't stop and I don't think we'll ever stop, do you?"

"No, I don't think we can or will," I said before my head hits the pillow and I fall instantly asleep and my last conscious thought was that we will do this again tomorrow night or, really, any chance we get to.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It's quiet in the room; I glance at the clock on my table and see that it's just a little past 2am and I choke back a groan because I want to have sex with him again... but he said we should stop and I do agree that we should; I look over at him and he's kinda staring at me and fidgeting on his bed and if I didn't know what he was thinking about before, I know what he's thinking about now because I'm thinking the same damned thing. But I'm still miffed at him and break the silence by saying, "Remember that you said we have to stop..."

"I know what I said," he said, his somewhat formidable temper rising up. Another long silence and I can feel a very familiar tension in the room.

"Shit," I hear him say and as he slides off his bed and comes over to mine... and I arrange myself on my bed so he can get into position for us to suck each other's dicks... again. As I close my mouth around his dick and take all of it in, I'm really having mixed feelings about it. Yes... we need to stop before both of us gets into some very serious trouble but I recognize, just as he does, that this is just too good to let go of. I moan to feel his finger probing my hole and I do the same to him and, god, it feel so damned good - how could we ever consider never doing this again? I sigh again as I feel his finger go into me as far as it can go and, again, do the same to him and as he groans, I know he's feeling that more than I am because I have bigger hands and longer fingers.

So much not-so-quiet slurping and moaning; his tongue flies over the head of my dick and makes me shudder, makes my dick do that trembling thing - then it swells in his mouth and I unload; it feels like a bomb has gone off inside my head and the feeling smothers me so much that I missed feeling his prick tremble and swell - but I can taste his spunk; I can feel my asshole clenching against his finger and there's nothing I can do - or want to do about it doing that and, yeah, damn it, I want to feel it doing that while his dick is in me.[/SIZE][/FONT]