Gay Erotic Stories

I am a gay male with a well-deserved reputation for being a "size queen." My asshole is well stretched from much attention and use. In order to feel real pleasure when I'm penetrated I need a dildo or very large cock. In most gay porn videos and stories at least one of the ‘models’ or characters always has a huge cock. They give the impression that nine-inch cocks are rather common. There are a number of credible clinical studies, the most prominent of which is the Alfred Kinsey Study on Human Male Sexuality that dispute this impression. They concur, in their largest size category, that only one cock in a thousand is nine inches or larger. Thus, the frequency of eleven-inch cocks may be presumed to be extremely rare. In my opinion, the frequency of monster cocks (eleven inches or larger) is no more than one in a million; there are probably only several hundred in the entire country, and the majority of these obviously belong to heterosexuals. The largest cock ever recorded in any of the clinical studies (notwithstanding the fact that porn star John Holmes’ cock was purported to be fourteen inches) was thirteen inches. It was recorded in the 1950’s and belonged to an Arab-African man. Let me say this: After sucking and fucking countless numbers of men all over the country, I agree with these studies: It is indeed very rare to find an honest to goodness nine-inch cock, and only a dream to find an eleven-incher. When I’m horny I’ll fuck or suck any size cock available, but I’m always looking for the big ones. I can count the really big ones that I have encountered on the fingers of one hand. On one of those fingers is a cock I will never forget. My encounter with this cock occurred before HIV became a concern—when I would always insist on a guy squirting his cum in my mouth or injecting in my ass. I’d often spend an entire evening in my favorite local adult bookstore sucking as many as a dozen horny guys who would stick their cocks through the ‘glory hole’ in my viewing booth. Often, when they’d allow it, I’d back my ass onto their cocks and repeatedly slam my cheeks against the partition wall until they were numb. Sometimes I’d go home with my ass so sore that I could barely sit down and with my throat so raw that I couldn’t eat for a day or two. I liked my sex really rough—to have a guy stretch my ass to its limits and to bruise my lips with his pounding pelvis. The more aggressive and bigger the guys were, the more likely they’d be to satisfy my lustful cravings. I had flown to Atlanta on a crisp Thursday October afternoon for a business meeting and taken a room at the swank downtown Sheraton hotel. Arriving a day earlier than my scheduled meeting, and even after a three-hour nap, hot shower, shave, and leisurely steak dinner, I still had plenty of free time to cruise for some fresh cock. It was my first trip to Atlanta, but I knew from years of experience that most large towns and cities had adult bookstores and arcades where cocks desperately in need of service could readily be found. I also knew that taxi drivers always knew where these places were. So, when I got into the taxi that had been summoned for me by the hotel doorman, I handed the driver a five-dollar bill and frankly asked him where I could find some hot cock. From the verbal menu of locations he rattled off, I picked one at random and we drove off. Thirty minutes later we pulled up to a sleazy-looking video store on the outskirts of the city. I gave him a twenty telling him to keep the change and went inside. There were long racks of movies organized by sexual preference. At the back of the racks I saw the sign I was looking for —"Viewing Booths." It was a hand-painted placard hanging beneath a glitzy neon arrow that pointed to the rear of the store. I got ten dollars in tokens at the counter and followed the arrow into a dimly lit area around the booths where an assortment of loitering hungry-looking men looked me over as I selected an empty booth. After entering the narrow booth I was glad to see a four-inch "glory hole" in the wall opposite the wide plank that served as a viewing bench. Its placement was such that while seated I could lean forward and comfortably suck any cock that came through the hole. I put a few tokens in the machine, sat down and waited for what I knew would be coming shortly. Sure enough, it wasn’t three minutes later that the door opened in the adjacent booth. Peering through the hole, I saw in the dim light of the booth the groin area of the man who had entered. Latching the door, he put a couple of tokens in his machine and dropped his pants to his knees. He took out an average-size penis, about 6-inches long, and got it hard. It wasn't as big as I would have liked, but it was moderately thick—certainly good enough for a first course. Seeing my finger circling the hole, he shoved his hard-on through the opening. I leaned over and took him into my mouth and felt him shudder a little as I started to suck. Being an accomplished cocksucker, I had him lunging his hips forward in less than two minutes trying to get as much of his cock as he could into my greedy mouth. Throbbing at full hardness and extended to his full length, he flooded my hungry mouth with a surprising amount of hot salty cum. I guessed he was probably a straight guy who was starting to succumb to his bi-sexual leanings. He quickly wiped his cock, adjusted his clothing and slammed the door behind him as he hurried off. I stayed at my hole through three more sucks before I hit pay dirt. There have been only a few times in my life that an evening at a glory hole panned out as well as this one. I heard the door open again. Peeping through my hole, I observed a big athletically built guy wearing a tight pair of jeans entering the booth. Seeing the densely freckled backs of his big hands I realized he was a redhead. I hadn’t sucked a redhead’s cock in some time and felt a little tremor go through me at the prospect. It’s been my experience that redheads are generally larger than other guys. Also, I’ve noticed that the larger the hands, the larger the cock. So, there was a good chance that this guy could have a large cock. His eyes not quite adjusted to the dimly lit booth, he sat down fumbling around until he finally found the slot and inserted four tokens. From his dress and awkwardness I guessed he was young and new to this game. As the movie in his booth started to play I saw him unbutton his fly. Reaching in, he struggled a bit as he wrestled his cock out of the tight opening. As his cock came into view, my heart palpitated. It was enormous—with a thickness proportional to its length. It wasn’t skinny, as many long cocks tend to be. It was circumcised and had a head the size of a large walnut. I prayed that this was not some straight guy who was visiting for the first time and would not cooperate with my desires. In its semi-erect condition his cock must have been at least eight inches long. Knowing this was probably a once-in-a-lifetime find I quickly put my finger in the hole. He seemed surprised and responded tentatively by touching my finger with one of his. I made a 'bring it here’ motion with my finger and thank goodness he complied. As his cock came through the hole, I became hyper-aroused. Wrapping my left hand around his warm, semi-erect shaft, I fondled it lovingly for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of the loose skin sliding back and forth under my hand. Then I moistened my lips and began licking the head. He sharply inhaled as I engulfed his large knob, momentarily locking my lips in the groove beneath his corona. As I proceeded to work my tongue on his head, his shaft started to stretch out. Its silky skin tightened as he grew and hardened. In a matter of seconds, his cock was fully erect—an eleven-inch, glistening monster! I was ecstatic as I felt this gorgeous piece of warm meat pulsing in my mouth. Knowing it would be mine for only a few minutes, I planned to make the best of it. Working up as much saliva as I could, I forced my over-stretched mouth farther down onto his thickly veined shaft. I savored the sweet taste of his pre-cum as it began oozing from his slit onto my tongue. I proceeded to use every trick in the book to pay sufficient homage to this unusually large specimen. I felt each hard rippled vein as my lips passed, inch by inch, over them. I felt him jerk a little each time as I paused to adjust my jaw muscles and lips to ensure that I didn’t scratch him with my teeth. A cock this magnificent deserved my best efforts and I was doing my best to please this guy. Wishing to extend my pleasure I delayed his orgasm as long as possible by occasionally slowing my pace and allowing him to cool. Grasping the lower end of his shaft in my fist and squeezing, I gently wagged it back and forth several times, taking swipes at it with my outstretched tongue. I then took in the head and swirled it around in my wet mouth, sliding the full length of my tongue along its sensitive underside. Then slowly I worked up and down on the shaft taking in a little more with each downward stroke until it was completely engulfed in my mouth. I paused momentarily then came off it until only the head remained in my mouth. Then I slid my hand up and down on the saliva-slickened shaft as I suckled the head. Inevitably, he reached the point of no return. I heard him groan as I felt his spasms and the first blast of cum in my mouth. The force and volume of that shot was so great that even a mouth as hungry and experienced as mine couldn’t contain the volume that expelled from this giant cum gun. His cum spewed from around my tightly pursed lips as water does from a loose hose connection. I gasped as the first few blasts hit the back of my mouth. As his cock convulsed, he thrust forward with all his might, slamming his midsection hard against the partition wall, forcing his flared cockhead and several inches of his thick shaft deep into my throat. My deep-throat expertise paid off; I was able to accommodate this assault without gagging too badly. I instinctively began breathing through my nostrils, allowing him to get as much down as possible. He injected his last two or three blasts directly into my gullet. As the flood of luscious cum subsided, this beautiful monster started to slowly shrink as I held it jealously in my mouth. As he began to withdraw, my swollen lips clamped tightly to resist his removal. They served as a circular squeegee scraping all the cum from his softening shaft. I swallowed one last time and that was it—it was over. Swooning in satisfaction, I mused momentarily about what it would be like to have him savage my ass with this monster. Finally, he pulled his cock through the hole and slipped it back into his fly. After a few slight adjustments to comfortably settle his cock back in the crotch of his jeans, he opened the door and left. Wiping off my face, ensuring that all the drools and strings of errant cum were gone, I decided it was time for a break. I left the booth and headed for the small concession area at the front of the store to get a can of Coke from the vending machine. After chugging it down, enjoying the coolness and tingling on the abraded surfaces of my throat lining, I headed back to the booths hoping to suck two or three more cocks before calling it a night. Passing through the movie display room, my heart skipped a beat as I saw the man I had just sucked inspecting the back of one of the video boxes. Wishing to take any possible advantage of this opportunity, I quickly edged next to him and whispered, "I hoped you enjoyed your blowjob as much as I did? You’ve got one helluva cock there." A little startled at my frankness, he looked me up and down, avoiding direct eye contact, and apparently unintimidated because of the big difference in our physical sizes, he then grinned broadly, looked into my eyes and said, "So, you’re the guy? Man, you got one helluva mouth." I smiled coyly as I moved closer, brushing my leg against his. As I discretely reached forward and lightly cupped his basket, I said "How’d you like to fuck me with this monster of yours?" "I dunno ‘bout dat, man. I ain’t never fucked a guy before…I…" he hesitated. "I understand…Listen, I’ll tell you what: how about you just let me suck you off again, and we’ll talk about it, okay? If you’re up for that I’ll rent a movie and reserve one of the rooms with a couch in it. You just follow me in after I get settled, okay?" I pleaded with him. He simply said, "Okay, but…" "It’ll be fine, man. Don’t worry. I’ll be back in a minute." Keeping a constant view of him in the corner of my eye, I randomly picked a gay movie from the rack and made the necessary arrangements for the booth at the front counter. I also purchased a container of Eros lubricant and a few large-size condoms—just in case! The clerk, having observed me talking to the big redhead grinned an all-knowing smile and smugly said, "You have yourself a good time." "Yeah, no worries, man…I intend to," I replied. I quickly found the reserved booth, entered it, and being very excited I stripped to my briefs and sat impatiently on the couch. A few minutes later the big redhead came in and locked the door. "I’m really glad you decided to come back and join me. You won’t be disappointed," I said, seeking to put him at ease. "Man, you really want it bad don't you?" he said as he looked at the tented front of my briefs. "Yeah, man. It's been a long time," I said as I motioned him towards me. "You have a one-in-a-million gorgeous cock." "Ah, come on, you’re just sayin’ that." "No, I’m really serious. I want to see you naked. I want to see all of your gorgeous body." "If that’s what it takes for another suck, I’ll go for it, man," he said. I couldn't wait to get back at that cock again. After sliding off my briefs, I began undressing him. Soon I had him completely naked standing in front of me as I sat on the couch with my fully-erect cock jutting up from my lap. Except for a sparse patch of pubic hair his body was nearly hairless. With both hands, I rubbed his chest and stomach. Then I reached down and rubbed my hands up and down the backs of his legs. My hands found their way to the insides of his legs where I nudged his inner thighs to spread them a little further apart. This stance accentuated the size of his long loose balls, which I hadn’t seen until now. Taking a ball into each hand I leaned my head forward, took his cock into my mouth and slowly sucked it back to life, as I simultaneously tugged at his sac and rolled his balls in my palms. I just had to stop and take a hard look at his fully erect cock in the light of the movie. It was unbelievable. It stood straight out from his body, parallel to the floor, with no curving left or right, and had only the slightest hint of an upward curvature. His smooth balls were perfectly proportioned to his cock and hung loosely in his fleshy hairless sac. His sparse, lightly tinted red pubic hair was finely textured and shortly trimmed. His package was a thing of rare beauty. After sucking him a little more I asked, "What’s your name?" "They call me Red," he replied never asking for my name in return. "You like when I do this to you, Red?" "Yeah man, it feels great." "How old are you?" "Just turned twenty last month. How old are you?" Red inquired. "Well, let’s just say I’m old enough to teach you how to have a great time with this great cock of yours." "Suck it some more, man…do it a little harder on the head." "I’ll suck it as much as you want, but let me ask you… Do you take a long time to cum a second time when you’re with a guy?" "Well, it depends…I mean…I’ve only been with one other guy, and all we did was jerk each other off. Yeah, it took quite a while for…Why do you want to know?" "I’ll tell you why, Red, but first let me ask you something else… Do you cum fast when you’re fucking a girl’s pussy?" "To tell the truth, I ain’t never fucked a pussy. I’ve been with a few girls, but when they saw my cock they got scared. They played with me and sucked it a bit, but…" "That’s what I thought! Listen, I can suck you again…Man, I can suck you all night…but, let me tell you…the best feeling in the world for guys with big cocks like yours is to fuck a guy’s ass." "Oh yeah? You ever been fucked in your ass, man?" Red asked inquisitively. "Have I? The only greater feeling than fucking a guy’s ass is to have a big cock like this in your own ass." "But how would it fit?" "You let me worry about that, okay? Are we going to pleasure each other here?" "If you think you can take it, I’m game. Sure, I’ll try." "Great!" I said, breathing a huge sigh of relief. “Okay, I got some lube and condoms here…" "Condoms! What the fuck for, you worried about getting pregnant?" he teased. "Not really…" I replied, quickly thinking that, with his obviously limited experience, there was no possibility he could have been exposed to anything… "You want to go bareback—that’s fine with me." "Here, let me grease this thing up a bit," I said as I squeezed out a generous pool of lube into my palm and smoothed it up and down all over his shaft. As the lubricant squished, he thrust his pelvis slightly forward and widened his stance, shifting his feet to the point where they were fully three feet apart. I took the opportunity to cup his balls and cover them with the lubricant. It was an exquisite pleasure massaging his cock and balls with my greasy hands. It would have been a great second act just to continue jacking him that way and having him blow a second load into my mouth. But I had bigger plans. "Man, that stuff’s cold," he said. "It’ll warm up in a second," I said as I reached back and smeared another generous amount all over my anal area. "Okay, we’re all set here. You ready?" "Well, how we gonna do this man? You want me to…" "Tell you what," I interrupted. "How about if I just lay down here on my back…" "No," Red snapped with a surprising tone of authority, "Why don’t you get on your hands and knees on the couch and I’ll stand on the floor behind you." "Fine," I readily complied, "No problem. It’ll be good that way." Scrambling into position, I supported my body weight on my knees and forearms while thrusting my ass upward and spreading my legs to provide him the easiest possible access. Red moved into position between my outspread legs, placing his large hands on my cheeks, carefully avoiding any contact of his hands with my asshole. Then after grabbing his cock with his left hand he began smearing his huge head around in my crack. I shuddered with mixed feelings at the thought of it piercing my asshole. Reaching back to help him out, I grasped his greasy cock and guided the tip to my puckering asshole. With his throbbing head poised at my entry, I began to flex my ass muscles. "Push forward a little bit. We need some pressure for it to enter," I instructed. With that, Red thrust forward a little more aggressively than I expected, popping in the head. "Yikes!" I exclaimed as the sharp pain of his quick entry wracked my ass. "Take it easy. I need a moment or two to adjust to your size. You got quite a cock there." "I’m sorry, man, I didn’t…Am I too big for you? You want me to pull it out?" "No…No…It’s fine…I just need a moment for my asshole to adjust." "Okay, man. You just tell me when you’re ready." My ass hadn’t been used in over a week and I felt an unfamiliar tinge of pain as his engorged knob distended my ring. But I loved that little hurt and after a moment I pushed back toward him in a slow continuous motion engulfing at least eight or nine inches of his cock. I knew, from playing with my dildoes, I could take a thick ten inches, but, never having tried anything larger, I had a degree of uncertainty going beyond that. Nevertheless, I continued to push. I felt another surge of pain, similar to that of squeezing a ball too tightly, as his head plunged upward into the virgin territory of my anal canal. Finally, when his groin pressed against my ass cheeks and his balls were brushing against my inner thighs, I knew he had bottomed out and had buried all of his eleven inches. Savoring the fullness and enjoying the pause to adjust, I was jolted again when he abruptly pulled out until only about three inches were inside me and immediately plunged all the way back in. The sensation was spectacular. After this there were no more pauses. He began fucking me in long deliberate strokes. "Am I doin’ it okay?" he inquired. "Oh yes, you’re doin’ great. It feels fantastic, Red. How about for you…?" "Man, you’re really tight. This is better than anything I ever had. Aaagh…Damn!" He was inexperienced to be sure, but what he lacked in finesse he compensated for in enthusiasm. His pace quickened and, hanging onto my hips with his enormous hands and slapping my ass with his swinging balls, he fucked me unmercifully. With the body of a conditioned athlete, this guy deftly handled my relatively small frame. I felt him hit bottom a few times, each time jolting me as if his cock was an electric cattle prod. But for the most part he was stroking only seven or eight inches. Seeming to be concentrating on getting as much friction as possible on his cockhead, he plowed away silently, emitting only a slight muffled grunt every now and then. Consumed with lust, I murmured several times, "Fuck me, baby…Yeah, fuck me hard…Slam it in there, Red…That’s the way!" I enjoyed the feeling of being on my knees with my hungry ass thrust upward being handled and ravaged by this young, smooth-bodied hunk. He caught on quickly to the most pleasurable fucking motions, for both him and me. He moved his hips from side to side, circling his groin, and hefting it upward to intensify the friction on his cock in my ass, several times lifting my knees from the couch in the process. Since I had sucked him off less than a half-hour ago I was hoping that he would take a long time to shoot his second load. I wasn’t disappointed. My ass clung to his pistoning cock as it retracted and sucked it in on the return strokes. He pounded me for nearly fifteen minutes before I felt his body tensing and the first burst of his hot cum penetrating my bowels. I pushed back hard, forcing my ass cheeks against his groin. Having stopped his thrusting, he countered my backward push by arching his back and jamming his cock all the way in, crushing his pubic hair into my anal area. Buried to the hilt, his cock pulsed and spewed load after load of hot cum. With his giant cock still embedded deep in my ass, I reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. Several rugged jerks by my fist caused it to shoot a huge load on the couch. After a few minutes to catch his breath he withdrew, creating an audible pop as his cockhead cleared my asshole. He stood up, wiped himself off with several of the coarse brown paper towels that were provided in the booth, and began to dress. "Where you goin’? Let’s watch the rest of the movie," I suggested to delay his departure. "I’d like to man, but I gotta go. It’s getting late," he gasped, still being a little short of breath. "I’d really like to see you again," I said in a pleading way. "I’ll be back here tomorrow at seven, man. I loved fucking your ass and want some more of it. You gonna be here?" asked Red looking back as he exited the booth. "I’ll be here…for sure. See ya tomorrow at seven, right here at seven," I reiterated. Because of his rather abrupt departure, I had serious doubts as to whether he’d keep his word. But much to my surprise and pleasure he came back the following evening promptly at seven. After a few minutes of chat in the video display area, I persuaded him to forego another session in the booths and to accompany me to my hotel room. The clean, luxuriously decorated, expansive surroundings were in stark contrast to those of the small, sleazy, dried cum-encrusted video booth and were conducive to a wonderful evening of exquisite sex, which we concluded by taking a long hot shower together. Before leaving my room he indicated that he wanted to see me a few more times. So I arranged, by taking a week’s vacation, to extend my stay in Atlanta through the following Saturday night. I rebooked my return to Chicago on the Sunday late afternoon flight. Over the ensuing eight days we got together six more times. I particularly enjoyed the last two days, Friday and Saturday, of my extended visit when Red agreed twice to stay all night in my bed. After his last fuck on each of these nights, and before withdrawing his cock from my ass, he rolled us over on our sides. Snuggled up behind me, completely spent but still semi-hard, he’d quickly fall asleep. I lay awake as his big cock slowly softened in me. Before it completely deflated and slipped out, I continuously flexed my ass muscles working him up to full hardness again and again. I did this for more than an hour until exhaustion finally took over and I fell asleep. On Saturday morning when I awoke, I looked over at him lying on his back still sleeping with his semi-erect cock resting on his stomach. I leaned over and teased his musk-flavored cockhead with the tip of my tongue. His cock twitched and began to stiffen and rise. When his shaft cleared his stomach and arced into the air, I took the head into my mouth. As I suckled it softly, he stirred and stretched, sprawling his stiffened legs open. With his dangling balls resting on the sheets and his arms extended over his head, he smiled, opened his eyes and moaned as I bobbed up and down on his now fully erect shaft, working to swallow his entire length. "Man, you’re one hell of an alarm clock," he said as he folded his arms behind his head, watching intently as I slurped away. "Yeah, and you’re one helluva a good reason to wake up with," I awkwardly responded. "I’d give anything to have this cock every morning." "You have it now, man. Enjoy it. That feels great. You’re one good fucking cocksucker. I love to watch you take that whole thing in and out. Hold my balls while you do it." On Saturday morning I continued sucking him and playing with his balls until he blew his load in my throat. The next morning on Sunday I sucked him until he was fully erect making sure that his entire shaft was thoroughly moistened. Then facing him, I straddled his midsection and squatted slowly, lowering my ass onto his gleaming pole. With only my saliva as lubricant, it slid in with surprising ease. I then proceeded to bounce up and down, supporting my full weight on the balls of my feet. I continued plunging on his cock, straining the muscles in my calves until they burned. Ignoring the searing pain in my calves and relishing the pleasurable sensations as his huge cock gushed in and out, I hastened and intensified my movements until he rolled his eyes back and spasmed, filling my ass with several spurts of fresh morning cum. Both times we finished with him sucking me off—the first time allowing my cum to spray all over our bodies; the second time taking it all in his mouth and swallowing it. Afterwards, on both occasions, we leisurely showered together, soaping and scrubbing every part of each other’s bodies, paying particular attention to the genital and anal areas. The attention given to our cocks made them by far the cleanest parts of our refreshed bodies. We dried our hair, shaved and put on the plush terry robes provided by the hotel. Then we concluded the mornings by having room service deliver a nice late breakfast which we consumed with our robes hanging open, our semi-hard cocks exposed, our balls stirring, and talking incessantly about all of the wonderful sex we enjoyed the night before. In my ten-day sojourn in Atlanta I spent countless hours worshipping Red’s cock, many of them just holding and fondling it as we lay in bed or slouched on the couch watching television. I also managed to get no less than fifteen delicious loads of cum from Red, eight of them in my ass. Also, I can proudly say that, starting on day three, Red had succumbed to, and became progressively more comfortable, sucking me off—even taking my cum in his mouth and swallowing. Unfortunately, he was not quite ready, despite my most persuasive attempts, to take my cock up his ass. The closest I came to this ultimate pleasure was on the last Friday night when in the course of our lovemaking I had him in bed lying on his stomach giving him a full body oil massage. Straddling his ass and leaning forward to massage his shoulders, my midsection dipped down low enough to allow the underside of my hard cock to slide back and forth on the crack of his ass. Believing that I could succeed in slipping it into his asshole I reached down and covered my entire shaft with a liberal quantity of the massage oil and forced it down between his legs. It was to no avail. Feeling the tip of my cock probing his asshole, Red, without even looking up from the pillow into which his face was buried, said, "I don’t think I’m ready for that. Do you mind taking it out of there?" I complied and then continued my massage of his shoulders, resuming the sliding my oily cock back and forth on the top of his ass crack until I shot a load all over the small of his back. I then licked off every drop, enjoying the combined flavor of my cum, his sweat and the hotel’s complimentary massage oil. Egotistically, I’ve persuaded myself from this ejaculation that I did indeed fuck Red’s ass—the outside, rather than the inside, an intense experience nonetheless! Over the course of my Atlanta visit, Red and I talked for numerous hours, mostly about our sexual desires, proclivities and fantasies. I never learned much about his background or family life. He just didn’t seem interested in sharing any details, other than these sexual aspects, about his personal life. He was quite the mystery man, and I knew better than to press him for details he was reluctant to divulge. Before saying goodbye to Red on the last day of my visit, I was desperate to know how I could contact him in the future. The only name I knew him by was Red. For reasons unexplained, he politely refused to give me his full name, address or phone number. Nonetheless, I gave him my Chicago address and home phone number, imploring him to contact me anytime he felt like doing so. Suspecting that he could use some extra money, I pressed five crisp one hundred-dollar bills into his palm. He refused the money several times before I was able to persuade him to keep it. I knew as I watched him leave my hotel room, flashing his bright smile on that last day, the chances of us ever seeing each other again were almost zero. I’ve been back to Atlanta several times since then, but despite my best efforts I was never able to locate him. The clerk at the video store remembered him and told me that the one and only time he ever saw him was when he was in the store with me. I checked out numerous other video stores and adult theaters but had no luck. Taking as a clue from his preference for western style wardrobe, I even checked out a rodeo, a cattle auction and two farmers’ markets, all to no avail. It’s now been several years since I was with him, but there’s hardly a day that passes that I don’t think about him; about the hundreds, if not thousands, of times that his big cock has become erect and been stimulated to the point of orgasm in my absence. Even more intensely, I think about the lucky bastards that have been on the receiving end of those precious loads. I’ll never forget that beautiful man who repeatedly fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before, or since; that young freckled redhead with that one-in-a-million, magnificent eleven-inch cock.