THE BIGGEST SO FAR – Chapter 1: ENZO

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I’ve always been fascinated by big penises, ever since I can remember. There wasn’t any cataclysmic event or anything like that that made me suddenly interested in them. The desire was just always there beneath the surface, pulling my attention like a vortex.

It has something to do with the power that big cocks radiate—not just their weight, thickness, and length, although that too. It has to do with the attention they compel, the force and dominance they imply, and the mesmerizing way they grow.

I was blessed with a nice 7-incher myself and had gotten plenty of compliments on it over the years, but honestly, it wasn’t my own cock that I cared about. I was most attracted to guys that were bigger than me—especially guys who could make me look small. And often, I found they were drawn to me as well.

And so it happened that after finding my first legendary dick, the titanic cocks just kept coming. It almost felt like I was destined to find and pleasure them. My luck is limitless. And so, apparently, are some guys’ dicks.

So here are some stories of guys I’ve been with.

Enzo

Enzo was the one who got me started on my journey—I guess you could say he was the first domino to fall. I met him in my last year of college, after I joined the school swim team.

He was an exchange student from Italy, and I knew all about him long before we met. He had only been on campus for three weeks, but word travelled fast. They said that he was insatiable, hungry for men and women alike, that he knew what he was doing in bed, and that he was hung like an Italian stallion.

My curiosity was piqued. I had gotten to the point where I’d had enough of jacking off to two-dimensional pictures online—I was ready for the real deal. If there was any truth to the rumors at all, I had to find out for myself.

Did I join the swimming team only to get a better look at him? I guess some of my friends may have been a little taken aback by my sudden passion for water sports. But I knew I was in the right place the second that I laid eyes on Enzo in the locker room.

I was running a little late that first day of practice, so I first ran into him as I was leaving the locker room in my swimsuit. Like a true European, he was wearing a low-cut Speedo that left nothing at all to the imagination. Not that any swimsuit had any hope of concealing what he was packing.

That suit was stuffed Full with a capital F, so overloaded that the top edge of it was actually pulling away from his body, peeled away by his big long cock. He was already impressively sized despite being totally soft, with a nice wide set of balls clearly visible.

I had never seen a more enticing package. Holy shit. I could feel my brain short-circuiting. I felt like that bulge was making a promise to me that I needed to fulfill.

I found it hard to keep my gaze on his eyes as we introduced ourselves before practice. He was cute: dark brown hair falling over his ears, hazel-colored eyes, a slightly crooked nose, a little beard framing a winning smile. He stood at the edge of the pool with his arms crossed, the better to thrust his bulge proudly forward.

As we dove in and started our laps, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was flirting with me. Every time he passed, he would smile at me, his gaze lingering. Whenever I paused, he would swim over to me to chat. Each time, he came in just a little closer.

Was he really hitting on me? Holy fuck, maybe scoring that dick was going to be even easier than I’d thought.

Because I was new, I had to take a swimming test after practice to get my average lap time. I finished with a decent time, and Enzo was there to congratulate me as soon as I left the pool. I was still dripping, but that didn’t stop him going in for the hug, and I was immediately hyper-conscious of our bulges rubbing against each other.

Fuck. I was about to get hard in front of everyone.

Back in the locker room, it took ages for the rest of the team to leave, and I sensed that Enzo was waiting for them to be gone. Good, because so was I. He edged closer to me as the room emptied, and my heart rate rose.

By the time we were alone, he was right behind me. I could feel his Speedo softly bump up against my ass. I shivered as he whispered to me, congratulating me on my lap time. When I didn’t resist, he suddenly pressed his bulge harder into my back. I could feel the thick meat of his package against my ass. Fuck, he felt even bigger than he looked.

“I saw you staring at my cock,” he said, pitching his lightly Italian-accented voice so low I could barely hear it. I wasn’t conscious of anything except his breath, and his body pressing into mine.

“Maybe you want to find out if the rumors are true?” he asked me, flashing that casual smile.

I nodded.

A second later, Enzo had me on my knees, and I was eye to eye with his bulge, his hand in my hair. I caressed the soft package, marveling at its immense bulk, the way it twitched in response to my touch.

God, he was so huge. I was starting to drool.

I pulled his waistband back and revealed a thick bush of perfectly black hair, and with another tug, his massive sausage began to unroll.

“22 centimeters of meat—or, what would you say?”

“8 and a half inches,” I mumbled, taking up his length in both my hands.

I had no idea a cock could be so heavy, and it grew even longer and heavier as it hardened. In the end, Enzo’s cock was 9 inches long, bigger than any I’d seen in real life. The head alone was a wonder of the world, almost the size of a peach.

I went to work, and within three minutes he had covered my whole face in sweet white cum.

“Damn, you’re good. We should do this again,” he said with a grin.

Spoiler: we did. Many times.