Chapter 7

My name’s Pedro, and one thing you gotta know about me is that my dick is way too fucking big. Hold up, I know you’re probably thinking I’m bragging, but nah, this has been a real problem until I met her.

I’m one of those big, rugged guys. If it weren’t for my height, you might not notice much else about me — just your average dude. I work, pay my bills, respect women, and live my life pretty chill.

Back in high school, my buddies called me Horse. Girls might’ve been interested or curious about my size, but they always bailed when it came time to get down to it, scared of getting a rep as the school slut if word got out. Tough times.

I figured the issue in bed was me — I was clumsy and got all insecure about it. Look, it always fit eventually, just needed a solid warmup and everything slid into place. The real trouble hit when things heated up and got out of hand: a wrong angle, bad position, or a bit too much thrust could hurt her bad. Oh, and yeah, I know what you’re thinking: anal? Never met a girl brave enough to go there.

That was a rough stretch for me. A pic I sent to this one chick leaked, and even some teachers ended up with my nude. I found out when I caught that spark of interest in my Portuguese teacher’s eyes — probably just my paranoia.

I won’t lie and say my sex life was dead back then; there were always curious girls sniffing around. But for me, I needed someone I could connect with emotionally. Then one day, I was on the stairs with this friend who sat behind me in class, venting about all that shit.

She was my age, with small tits, super pale skin, a round little ass, and a pretty face. Her brown hair was dyed blonde, always tied up high on her head, and she had this perpetual sleepy look. She had her own personal demons too, and I don’t know if it was the meds she took for depression, but she was generally pretty detached from everything around her.

She’d tell me I was handsome, a good guy, and reassure me I’d find a nice girl someday. I didn’t buy it.

One afternoon, she came over to my place to work on a project, and we ended up just talking, bitching and complaining about life. At some point, she hit me with:

“I never saw that photo — is it really that big?”

I said yeah, but it wasn’t anything crazy, just eye-catching enough.

“Can I see it?” she asked, all curious.

I was caught off guard, turned beet red, and got super awkward. I told her I didn’t have the pic anymore.

“No, I don’t want a photo — I wanna see it! Come on, please.”

“What the hell, girl? You crazy?” I said.

“Quit being a wuss, come on!” she said, getting up and locking the door.

I looked around, not knowing what to do, figuring out when my parents would get home, and sat on the edge of the bed. I tried one last time to talk her out of it:

“But it’s soft right now, and at this size, it takes a while to get hard. You don’t like limp dicks, do you?”

“Stop messing around, sit your ass on the edge of the bed,” she said as she helped me pull my jeans down to my knees.

She had this wild look on her face, like she was having the time of her life, no lust in her eyes — just pure curiosity. I was nervous, but I started feeling that throb in my cock.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she dropped to her knees on the floor, tugged my pants and boxers down further, and leaned in real close to inspect it, just staring without touching or saying a word. I could feel her breath on my dick she was so close.

“I’m gonna touch it, okay?” she said, looking up at me like a beggar.

She handled it like she was doing a doctor’s exam, flipping it side to side, lifting it up, pulling the skin back and forth.

“It’s really big — even soft, you can tell it’s huge,” she said.

Before I could even respond, I felt this hot, wet warmth wrap around the head of my dick. It was slick. She started sucking me off. I felt the inside of her mouth, the rough texture of her tongue, and the tight pull of her suction. My hands gripped the bed for support as I tried to hold back the moans.

She was in her own world with my cock in her mouth, didn’t even glance up at me once. As she massaged and sucked, it swelled up full and hard, and she spat on it to make jerking me easier. Her fingers couldn’t close around the shaft, and when she tried deep-throating, it barely went two inches past the head.

“It’s really big and hot!” she said, telling me to lean back more on the bed.

Once I was laid out, she jerked me off with this steady, precise rhythm, squeezing my balls, tugging the sack up and down. She licked from my taint, up over my balls, along the underside of my shaft to the head, then sucked again — and that’s when I lost it. Her other hand had a finger teasing my ass. I could barely keep my mouth shut.

I came — came hard, intense, a ton of it. It shot so strong that some went in her mouth, and the rest hit her nose, eye, hair… total mess!

“Sorry, sorry, my bad — I couldn’t hold it,” I said, shaking.

“You fucking asshole! In my face?” And she burst out laughing.

After wiping up what she could quick, she stood and headed to the bathroom to clean the rest. When she came back, I was still there with my pants around my ankles.

“I’m outta here, kiss on the cheek — loved your dick.”

I didn’t say shit, just lay there stunned, not knowing what to think. What came next was gonna be way better. I’ll tell you about it another time.