I was 19 years old when I encountered one of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen. Think male porn star size. And this glorious phallus happened to belong to one of my friends, Mike (not his real name).
At the time, we waited tables at the Cheesecake Factory. That’s where I met him. And if you’ve ever been a waiter in your late teens/early twenties, you know the staff basically drinks and hooks up with each other after hours. It comes with the territory. But I didn’t look at Mike as a potential fuck buddy. He was cute but not really my type. We got along well because we were both fun, light-hearted, and gregarious. A former frat boy, he was tight with a lot of the guys I worked with, and me being a wild sophomore in college, I had my own bar-loving girl group. Basically, we ran in similar circles.
**A very pleasant surprise**
One magical evening, we found ourselves at the bar where my coworkers went to drink because everything else was closed. As always, I got in underage because–hello boobs–and I was chummy with the guy who IDed at the door. For whatever reason, it was just Mike and I that time, and I was really enjoying his company. After a couple of drinks and around closing time, I thought it would be great to keep the party going. But where could go (we both lived at home and all the bars were closed)? Mike volunteered to continue the festivities at his house. It was adorable and hilarious because he told me his mom was extremely strict, and I had to sneak in like 007.
Once I got into his room, we started making out. Drunken kissing while in our white Cheesecake Factory outfits. In the back of my mind (the hidden sober version of myself was contemplating things), making out with Mike was kind of weird. As I said, I never considered him a potential hookup. But drunk me thought, “Well, this is par for the course.”
We stripped out of our mandatory Shoes for Crews, soiled aprons, stupid ties, and crumpled white button-downs. It was ok. No fireworks. And then BAM. He whips out a behemoth of a dick that incited both fear, awe, and delight. How the hell did he have that thing in his pants this whole time? Why wasn’t he cockier (no pun intended)?
Drunken me didn’t exactly know what to do. We were both so intoxicated that we skipped over foreplay (he might have groped and sucked my boobs), and I turned around on all fours, ready for my favorite position but not ready for what I was about to feel. He slipped on a condom (I may have licked my fingers before rubbing my entrance for extra lubrication) and then he pushed inside.
It felt instantly amazing. Every part of my core that gives me pleasure was pressed–right away. I felt stuffed and stretched like I had never experienced before. And each thrust sent a new wripple of pleasure throughout my body. He wasn’t even moving that fast or hard, and I really don’t think he was that skilled or experienced at all. He could of just laid there like a dead fish. His cock was just so thick that he couldn’t help but send me over the edge.
I remember thinking, “Oh fuck, is this really happening? Omg, this is so great. I can’t believe this is Mike behind me. I can’t believe he is making me feel this way. *This* is what a big dick feels like.”
It wasn’t long before I was cumming hard on him. I couldn’t help it. And I let out loud moans despite the fact that I was told to keep quiet (because of his strict mother lol). After I rode my orgasm to completion, he kept going. About a minute or two went by and then he apologized for not cumming as well because of his “whisky dick.” We continued doggy for a while, but I was no longer into it because it became more like a transaction. Like the objective was for him to get over his frustrating drunk penis and cum–just do to it–instead of enjoying the moment. Eventually, we both decided to take a break and get back to it. But we fell asleep instead. I woke up in the morning hungover as all hell and thirsty af. I had to sneak out of his house so his mother wouldn’t think he was a manwhore.
Business was usual back at work which was awesome. He never told anyone about what happened (at least not to my knowledge), but I told me good friend Vicky (not her real name). She also worked at the Cheesecake Factory, but she was my good friend from childhood, and she was discreet. It was one of those things where I was like, “OMG. You have to try this.”
**An almost threesome**
Only one other sexual episode happened between Mike and I, and it occurred after we went out for happy hour at the restaurant next to the Cheesecake Factory. Mike, Vicky, and I worked the day shift, so we decided to grab drinks together around 5 pm. After a beer or two, I needed to buy something at one of the stores in the mall (our restaurant was located in that mall), and Mike happily accompanied us. He really could be like one of the girls sometimes. It was awesome.
Anywho, I’m a raging bisexual when I drink and somewhere along my retail adventure, I decided all three of us should go into one of those family-size bathrooms (the ones with a changing table) and lock the door. I think it was a weekday because the mall was extremely quiet. Mike sat down on the closed toilet while I fooled around with Vicky a bit in front of him–to tease him. It was all relatively PG though. I think I may have nuzzled her neck or something while suggesting we have a threesome. Knowing what Mike was packing, Vicky was totally down. Mike was very happy as well. And I liked that about it him. You see, a good time had passed since we had sex, and I had two threesomes by then. The first guy was good to go. The second guy had extreme performance anxiety and couldn’t get it up (don’t worry; I helped him succeed another time). So when I saw Mike all excited and into it, I was turned on.
Unfortunately, our threesome never happened. It was my call, and to be completely honest, I wasn’t that into Vicky, but I don’t want to digress.
**How things are now and a few afterthoughts**
So now you know about my first time with a giant dick. I never experienced another one like it, and Mike and I are still friends but platonic ones (he moved far away and is now in a long-term relationship).
PS: You don’t need a big dick to be a great lover. One of the strongest orgasms I ever had came from a below average guy. It really is about skill, enthusiasm, imagination, compatible kinks, and a genuine emotional connection (at least in my case). The below average guy was very skilled. It’s just that a well-endowed dude could get away with doing nothing, but the sex won’t be as impactful if the aforementioned traits are not present.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o2zgp6/what_a_big_dick_feels_like_for_a_girl_f_my
This was an amazing read!
?????????? damnnn made me horny….???
Hot!! Love to hear more stories about those threesomes.
You’re a great writer. It’s like I could hear your voice narrating
Well, it takes all kinds they say. Most of the women I know who have had sex with guys with big dicks say quite the opposite; that dude usually shows up believing in his magic dick and just doesn’t have game. My wife is one of those people, and she’s able to get off easily and repeatedly. Big dick alone is not what she needs.
Maybe it’s because some women are just like you and, well, that’s all these guys need to bring to the table. I’m happy that this makes you happy, but it’s hardly “what big dick feels like” to all women. Some women I know even think that my only-somewhat-bigger-than-average dick is too big. That was a weird epiphany for me.
What size do you think Mike was? Also your story was veryy descriptive and hot
Did you ever find out exactly how big?
> You don’t need a big dick to be a great lover. […] It really is about skill, enthusiasm, imagination, compatible kinks, and a genuine emotional connection (at least in my case)
This, this, this. I can’t stress this enough and I wish this was something that all the guys who obsess about dick size could internalise.
Likewise, how closely a woman adheres to social beauty standards has no bearing on her skill as a lover: I’ve had great sex with women who look nothing like a Maxim cover girl and terrible sex with ‘hot’ girls.
Enthusiasm and communication trumps physical attributes every time.
You’re a very intelligent woman. I enjoyed your story a lot.
I don’t read stories that much but this one was really well written and descriptive. I was turned on too lol
I appreciate you sharing this and your amazing skills to express everything you felt.
:)
“Compatible Kinks” must be the best definition for a good foundation for great sex.
The reality of this writing is she is saying what women have always known – but have been intimidated into silence by Cosmopolitan, Elle, Women’s Day and even Women’s Fitness magazines and a lot of others. Lame discussions on talk shows and dumb wannabe You Tube interviewers have put women on the spot and dared them to say men with small dicks must accept it and pick up their game!. The lie “Size Doesn’t Matter” is exactly that, a lie that has been perpetuated for generations to protect the fragile ego in the male psyche! I feel I am in a unique position to make a statement regarding penis size and I’ve never felt guilty about having the discussion with a man.
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I was talking with my husband this afternoon about the number of lovers, Friends with Benefits, One Night Stands, casual non-committal sexual fun, sympathy f–ks, teaching young guys exactly what sex is and how to do specific things that will keep the women in their lives coming back for more, I have experienced. Before we got into “The Lifestyle” three years ago, I’d been with guys 18-22 who I met or were “referred to me” by my friends or previous lovers and I was “the first” one for at least 12-15 of them. My husband said he thinks I’ve had close to 130 men in different scenarios and 30-40 women over 25 years old but have also been with about a dozen women 18-21 because I believe sexual pleasure should be shared but competency comes with experiencing many different lovers.
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With the young guys who had never been with a woman sexually, every scenario had its own way of happening. One guy had been our neighbor for almost 10 years. We were close friends with his parents too. When he started going through puberty he was no different than most other young guys. He would flirt with me and other women on our cul-de-sac. When he was in high school he almost went out of his way to get the attention of the women around us to reaffirm his burgeoning masculinity. We all just laughed about it but some flirted back. One afternoon during warm July day he made it a point to skateboard without his shirt on. I was sitting on the front lawn with three other moms when one asked rhetorically, “When did he get those arms, chest muscles and abs?” I asked, “Does anyone remember when he suddenly grew to over 6 feet tall?” We all realized because he was always around and had been in all our homes and pools that we just never paid attention. One mom asked us humorously, “OK, who’s going to find out what he’s hiding and tell the rest of us.” I said half-jokingly, “I could teach him a few things.” The other three giggled and said, “I vote [XXX] does it.” Then we just laughed it off.
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He began to flirt with me with his parents present and just laughing it off. His dad caused an issue with his wife when after some alcohol he said, “The kid knows a hot piece-of-ass when he sees it. Hell, I wish Barbie had been my neighbor at his age.” My own husband said, “I married her for her looks but now she’s my “private” Piece-of-ass.” I shut that conversation down pretty quick but “the kid” still kept up his flirtatious manner with all the moms. We knew it was raging hormones. Just 2 days later on a Saturday I was in our back yard with one of the moms and there was no way he did not know. We giggled and ran upstairs to look out the big corner window that gives a clear view of their back yard. We saw him looking through the fence to see where we were. He did push-ups and other exercises and then he shocked us by taking off his bathing suit like he owned the world. When he got out of the pool after a quick jump there was nothing we had not seen before with our own boys but when he lay back on a chaise lounge next to the fence line and without touching anything he became the “grower” not the “show-er” we all wondered about. He was big!…it was just perfect to look at and my friend said, “I’ll race you for that cherry!” We laughed and continued to watch him being curious just how long that
We need photographic evidence of how good looking you are.
Was this Cheesecake Factory at the mall of Georgia?
Felt the same for me when i had my biggest 3 years ago as a ons
I love that PS :)
Part 2 on how the below average guy make you cum hard?
Setting: Cheesecake Factory HR meeting
Boss: We need to increase demand for our jobs! Nothing has been working. We need a bold new approach!
/u/Throwaway_35813_: Hold my coffee.
So who would you call first if you’re feeling hot? Big dick or stong orgasm guy??
Well said.
Well written story!
My partner gives the exact opposite advice though. The worst lay of her life was also the biggest cock of her life. Dude had no skill, and assumed his girth would get her off, when she was pretty unenthusiastic with the whole affair. What was going to be a regular thing got turned pretty quick into a one night stand.
Outstanding story. I loved the way you described your feelings and sensations as he entered you then your orgasm. Too bad he didn’t have the awareness of how to complete the night for himself while giving you multiples. If he had focused on your pleasure (most important by the way) instead of completing things for him, he would have cum effortlessly in the process. That would have been incredible for you.