Bull In The Shower Room (Gay SPH)
I’m 40-year-old, six-foot, decent looking in an ordinary sort of way, fit enough for my age, but I have a very little penis. My wife, Jenny, who likes to call it a dicklette, teases me about it and refuses to let me fuck her except on special occasions such as birthdays, our wedding anniversary when I get a pay rise. I’ve become an expert cunt and ass licker, and we have a collection of fake cocks, cock extensions, and a strap-on to pleasure Jenny with. I also shave all my body hair, partly because I swim so much and partly because Jenny insists on it – she thinks it looks better for a dicklette to be entirely naked, and once my penis is hairless, the rest of me might as well be. Of course, my inadequacy has meant that my wife takes lovers. I knew about her men, I meet them from time to time, and I’ve seen her being fucked by men with big cocks.
The showers are usually empty after my swims. If not, I wash quickly, exposing myself as little as possible. When I can’t help showing myself when it is busy, some men studiously avoid looking, but some stare in amazement, and some even laugh in derision. Sometimes they are embarrassed for me. I have occasionally caught another man’s eyes, and we have exchanged half-smiles, sympathetic smiles. If I’m honest, one of the things I love about swimming is the changing room atmosphere – it really is the only place I know where men, heterosexual men, stand around and check each other out.
I’m not gay, but I do like looking at the men surreptitiously – their physique, the way they hold themselves, and of course their cocks – always bigger than mine. I’ve seen and admired all shapes and sizes, and it’s a curious thing. Once you admire the bigger cock, you are bound to admire the man. When I do show myself off, the humiliation, the danger of being ridiculed, is an exquisite thrill. Once or twice I’ve found myself getting hard in the shower and have had to rush out. The only thing more ridiculous than a little dicklette, Jenny tells me, is an erect little dicklette. When I’m erect, my dicklette points straight up, and my wife always laughs when she sees it.
So, there I was in the shower when the huge man came in. I had my back to him and heard him turn on the water.
“Good swim, huh?” His voice was friendly, deep, and strong.
“Yes, that was just what I needed,” I replied. (From here on in, I’m going to call him Bull because that’s what he was.)
I turned toward Bull. I could have replied over my shoulder, of course. I can’t remember thinking about it, actually consciously deciding that I wanted to show him my dicklette. I just did it. I just turned.
“You’re a great swimmer,” I said.
“Thanks. You too.” He was about to say something else when he stopped. His mouth agape, he looked down at my small naked dick. His face broke into a big, cheesy grin. “But, Christ, you’ve got yourself one tiny dick there, compadre.”
Bull stood there, with hands-on hips, looking at me. I looked down at his cock. It was the biggest I’d ever seen in the flesh. It was huge like him, thick, heavy and long below his domed belly, circumcised and gracefully curved a little to the left. He, too, was entirely shaved of pubic hair. Instantly, that gorgeous, nauseous, sinking feeling washed over me and settled in the pit of my stomach – equal parts humiliation, panic, and deep, deep excitement.
Instantly, I was cast as the boy before this colossus of a man with the gargantuan cock. Instantly, I realized I knew this was a man I had to show respect to. Bull laughed, now. A big hearty laugh. He stepped right up to me, and with no embarrassment at all, he took in his big hand my balls and dicklette. He inspected them carefully in his powerful fingers.
“And smooth as a baby. Sweet,” he said this softly, almost tenderly. He massaged my balls lightly for a few seconds. Then he took my dicklette between finger and thumb and stroked it. Instantly I was erect, as hard as can be. Right there, Bull owned me entirely. Under the showers, shrouded in that steam and heat, he’d just reached out and taken me in hand. And I didn’t protest, not even a little. I let him do it. I helped him. My legs parted a little, of their own accord, I went onto tiptoes and my hips tilted forward a little, presenting myself to him. My hands gripped each other tight behind my back.
I wasn’t conscious that I’d done this at all until he chuckled and whispered: “Good boy.”
I was mesmerized. Bull’s long, fat fingers were thicker than the erect dicklette he was playing with. And, of course, I was scared as hell, so vulnerable. He could have hurt me really badly, crushed me. My breathing came hard and shallow. My dicklette started to produce pre-cum copiously. Bull reached up and pinched one of my nipples hard, then stroked my chest.
I looked up into his eyes.
“Do you like my cock?” he asked.
“Yes. It’s huge. I’ve never seen one like it. It’s beautiful.”
Bull grinned and let go of my genitals. “Would you like to touch it? See if you can make it really big and hard.”
There was no way I was going to refuse Bull. I was drawn to this man with a huge dick. He was powerful, was enjoying humiliating me, but he was also gentle, almost kind. And I wanted to please him. I’m used to doing as I’m told. Jenny’s has made sure of that.
Standing very close to Bull, I cupped his balls in my left hand and took his great dick in my right. I lifted it and pressed it to his stomach. I massaged it like that against his big belly. I lent close into Bull’s side. This allowed me to press my dicklette against his thigh. I rubbed against him a little. I pressed my forehead into his chest and realized a big rubbery nipple was millimeters from my mouth. I opened wide and suckled roughly on his huge muscled breast. I chewed on his nipple, wanked him, and massaged his heavy balls.
“That’s a good boy. That’s very nice.”
Bull signed heavily, and his cock grew harder and heavier under my hands. His arms came around me, and he hugged me to him. I lost myself then, surrounded and overwhelmed by Bull’s heavy flesh, I went into a frenzy of licking and sucking on his chest, humping myself against him and stroking him until his cock was hard as an iron bar and big as my forearm.
“Easy, calm down. There’s no rush.”
Bull pulled my face up to him and kissed me. His tongue invaded my mouth forcefully, and I sucked on it. I clung to him, my head tilted back. I was definitely the “girl” in this kiss. Briefly, I imagined what someone coming into the showers would have stumbled on; a skinny man with a tiny, bare dicklette in the arms of a huge man with a murderous club rising from his groin – otherwise, quite a romantic scene. The embarrassment, the humiliation, gorgeous feelings of helplessness, and submission flooded through me.
Also, I imagined telling my wife, Jenny. She would be excited would want to know every detail. She’d make the most of it. She’d call me a sissy and a useless queer husband and on and on. Then she’d send me to the pool daily to find Bull again and bring his back home for her.
I rubbed my dicklette against Bull’s tight. I was on heat, ravenous for him. After minutes of deep kissing, Bull pushed me away.
“Wash me,” he said, passing me a bar of soap.
I went straight to my knees and sat back on my heels. I was almost grateful to escape from that hungry, overpowering kiss to clear my head. I washed Bull’s feet carefully, getting between the toes. Then the calves, and up the top of the thighs, in long slow, soapy strokes. I avoided his cock, and stood up. On tiptoes, I washed Bull’s face and bald head, then shoulders and chest.
Bull raised his arms, and I washed his armpits. He turned his back, leaning into the wall. Down I went again, kneeling close to his huge arse. I put my palms to his buttocks just to feel the texture of the skin and the enormous subterranean muscles. I cleaned him well, massaging hard, then in the crack of the arse, then the balls. Bull spread his legs wide, bent his knees a little, and arched his back. It was clear what he wanted. I washed his arsehole thoroughly and rinsed off the soap.
I’ve tongued Jenny many times, but this was a man, a stranger. But I pressed on, making my tongue long and rigid. The taste was far stronger than Jenny, musty and heavy. The smell was all flesh and human meat and arse. I pressed in hard, was sealed in, immersing myself in the heavy, hot flesh. He reached back and grabbed a fist of hair, pulling me into him, fucking himself with my face, my tongue. He held me there longer than I wanted. When he finally let go, I fell back, gasping for air, filling my empty lungs. Bull turned on me. His eyes were now hard and bright. All gentleness was gone.
“Come here, boy, time to suck my big cock.”
I knelt up, and again he grabbed my hair. Holding his cock like a club, he whipped my face. For a moment, I was really scared, overwhelmed. I brought my hands up to protect myself, but he just slapped them away. Each blow was harder and heavier than the last as his cock became rock hard. I felt my lip swell on one side and was sure I would have a black eye. Coming to my senses a little, I frantically grasped for his cock. I wanted him in my mouth before he knocked me out cold.
Fighting for my life, I latched onto the end of Bull’s cock and took him as deep as I could. I heard him laugh, and he let go of my hair. In one hand, I cradled his huge scrotum, and my other went up between his legs, searching for his hole. When I found it, I gently thrust one, then two, then three fingers as deep as I could. I knew I had to make him orgasm quickly. If I lost the initiative, if he had a second to get bored, he was going to thrust his huge dick into to throat, beat me with it, or, most frightening of all, want to spin me around and fuck me in the arse with it.
I went to work as a cock starved whore. I thrust my head back and forth. I salivated heavily. I twisted my head and sucked hard. I stroked and massaged his heavy balls. My bunched fingers sawed back and forth slowly inside him. I looked up at Bull. His hands were on his hips. He smiled down at me. I let go of his balls and reached up to grab and pinch one of his nipples.
The big man grunted, threw his head back, and started to come. I pushed my fingers hard against his pulsing anus and grabbed his cock. I wanked him furiously. As he came, I took a couple of blasts in my mouth and pulled the end from my mouth. String after string of his cum hit me in the face, neck, and chest. As he stopped ejaculating, I put him back in my mouth again. I sucked gently to draw every last drop out of him. He shrunk slowly, and his cock fell heavily away from me.
I knelt there covered in cum, swirling it around my tongue and relishing the taste. Bull turned on a shower washed his dick and arse.
He grabbed his towel and left. “Thanks. See you again, boy.”
I grabbed my dicklette and wanked it hard and fast. I scooped the cum off m face and chest and licked it off my fingers. Soon I came, spurting on the shower floor. I was still on my knees when another man came into the shower room. He stood naked, watching me and looking down at my tiny dripping dicklette, my front streaked with sperm. I stared at his cock. It was quite a bit smaller than Bull’s was but fat.
“Get out of here. I want a shower without some cock hungry faggot hanging about.”
I scrambled to my feet and rushed to get dressed and out of the changing room. As I wiped the last of the cum off my face with a towel, I rehearsed in my head how I was going to tell Jenny all about it.
*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.