"Bye Jason! Take care of yourself!" Mum calls to me as she tugs her suitcase down to the car.

"You too! Have a great time!" I'm standing in the doorway, head ducked to see out and watch my parents leave. It's Friday afternoon and they're heading out for the weekend, going to some spa resort or something like that. My sister is also gone on a school trip, so I have the whole house to myself for the next few days. This has never happened, ever!

I would like to say I'm gonna throw some wild party, but I really don't have that kind of social circle. Or any social circle, really. I'm in my final year of high school, but I only have one real friend. I feel like I don't fit in with people, because I'm a freak. I'm 6'11" tall, and I always feel very self-conscious of my size. I try to stand back and away from things, sit at the corners or at least edges of classrooms and so on. It's kind of always been this way. My mum says I "hit a growth spurt the day after I was born and never stopped." I've always been way bigger than everyone my age, I grew taller than my parents when I was ten!

A couple years ago I tried going to the gym and fell in love with it, I'm there for a couple hours every single day now. The progression of lifting is fantastic, and I do some of every class they offer. I particularly enjoy the yoga and balance/hold sessions. My body has responded, like, a lot, which I can't deny is good for my self-esteem and confidence, but it does mean I'm even larger than before. I have to turn sideways to walk through most doors. Breaking chairs at school became a pretty regular occurrence until I learned the right way to sit on them. Not a great feeling to have everyone laugh at you as you fall to the ground.

I just got back from the gym in time to help them pack, so I head inside and go for the shower. Stripping naked, I contemplate my form in the mirror. Gym really has worked wonders -- I have a strong chest, distinct abdominal development, thick biceps and forearms, and muscular thighs. Dangling between my hips, though, is the truly freakish part of me -- my package. When totally soft, my uncircumcised penis hangs just over a foot towards the ground. It almost reaches my knees, so thick that I can just barely touch my fingers together as I grip it. Behind it, my sack hangs almost as low, weighed down and stretched by the mass of my balls. Each is the size of my two fists held together. This is what gets me teased by every guy in the locker room. Only a couple of them are actually mean about it, calling me a mutant or a freak, but everyone does it a bit. And everyone laughs at their jokes.

I get into the shower, setting it to steaming hot. The shower head is roughly at my nipple level, I have to bend down and lean around to clean my head and shoulders.

I basically never talk to girls either. They're all so hot, and I get hard so easily. I would hate to gross them out and be a creep, my massive cock bulging the front of my pants as I talk to them. And asking someone out? What could we even do? The thing is way too thick to fit even a little bit in, well, anywhere. Instead I just fantasise, jerking my ginormous penis while I think about kissing a girl, holding hands with her.

My only real friend is Emma. We've been neighbours since forever, though we've kind of drifted apart in high school since I've become obsessed with gym and she's, you know, made actual friends like a normal person. I haven't seen much of her lately, but she's still the one girl I can actually talk to comfortably. Thinking of girls and erections pulls my focus to my penis, feeling the hot water running over inch after inch before splashing to the ground. It starts swelling a bit, thickening and reaching further to the floor. I don't want to jerk off right now so I switch the water to full cold, shivering under the stream for a minute before getting out and drying.

--

After relieving myself and drying off, I pull on just a pair of XXL sweatpants. I'll do some more balance and flexibility work in the living room, so it's good be unrestricted by clothing. I'm trying to push towards one-arm handstands now, but it's... well, very very difficult. I'm barely progressing on it at all. While warming up, I look up from a pose and jerk in shock, losing my balance. Emma is watching through the window! How long has she been there? We make eye contact and she grins, beckoning with one arm and walking up to the front of the house. I hurry around to open the door. "Hey, Emma! What's up?"

"Well, I know you have the house to yourself right now-"

"Wait, what? How did you know that?"

She twirls a lock of hair as she looks up at me. "Well, you know, my parents were chatting with yours and so on. What were you doing?"

"I was just warming up, gonna do some balance work."

"Ah cool!" She looks me up and down, grinning. "Wow, you have really been hitting the gym recently. You're huge! Nice abs."

I blush and rub the back of my neck. "Uh... thank you?" I trail off, awkward.

"So... can I come in? Or are you locking me out?" she giggles.

"Oh! Sorry, of course, of course, please, come in." As she walks past me I look her over. Emma is tall for a woman, a little shorter than a foot under my own height. She's very slender, with little in the way of curves, but a pretty face and lovely brown hair reaching halfway down her back. She's wearing a nice black dress that shows off her shoulders and chest a bit. It also looks like she has some makeup on? That's weird, why would she? Maybe I'm wrong, I don't really know much about it.

She steps into the hall and turns back to me. "So... can I watch you work out?"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to bore you!"

"Come on, do you think I would have asked if I thought it would be boring?" she teases me, smirking.

"Okay, that's fair, I guess-"

"I just want to see what you can do with that body! I mean, how much do you weigh anyway?"

I laugh and try to tease her. "Isn't that kind of rude? You wouldn't tell me-"

"I weigh fifty-eight kilograms."

"Oh. Okay. I'm just a bit over one-hundred twenty."

"Oh, wow..." she looks me over again, head to toe. "Yeah, I guess I can see it, but I wouldn't have guessed you literally weigh more than two of me."

I blush more, walking into the lounge room to avoid the attention for a moment. "I guess gym's really working for me." Emma follows me in, sitting on the couch and looking at me expectantly.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Well, today I was planning to work on my handstand pushups."

"Wow, that sounds... crazy. How close are you to doing one?"

I chuckle. "No, I can do them. I just want to get really good at them, get more stable."

"Okay, this I have gotta see! Go on."

I grin and turn away from her, kicking up into a handstand. Once I have my balance I start slowly grinding out reps, touching my chin to the floor before returning to full extension. My pace is very controlled and careful, trying to build up my stability and endurance. After about half a dozen of these I hear her cough, then again more pointedly when I keep working. I look up at her, seeing she's flushed a deep red and averting her eyes. "What's up?"

She gestures vaguely at my legs, still turning her gaze away, and I look up. My penis has flopped forwards, pressing against the front of my sweatpants to make an extremely prominent bulge. It's a heavy enough imprint that you can literally see the rim of my glans. I collapse to the ground in surprise, blushing profusely as I rearrange myself and get up. "Oh, I'm so sorry Emma, uh, I'll just go and uh change out of these-"

"No!" I stop still, looking back at her. She seems as surprised as me that she blurted that out. "No, wait, I don't want to come barging into your home, interrupt you, and make you change! Keep doing your thing. We're all adults here, right?"

I try to explain. "No, Emma, it's fine, you didn't expect to have to see th-that-"

"No really, it's okay! I shouldn't have reacted like that, it was immature. It's not like I've never seen a penis before. And I already knew you have a giant cock. Finish your workout!"

"Well... alright. It's not really my workout, I'm just doing an extra supplemental bit after my gym session today," I explain as I get back onto the ground.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, you're like super strong, I get it. Now get to work!" I kick up again, facing away from her. I start alternating between holding the handstand, extending my feet to the ceiling, and repeating more pushups. After a few minutes, she speaks up again. "Could you... face this way?"

"What?" I'm breathing heavily. "Why?"

"Well... I liked the view better." Her voice is very small as she squeezes out the last few words. "Because of your abs! And your biceps. You've gotten so fucking fit! It's not because of anything else."

"I, uh, okay." I shuffle my hands to swing my body around, facing her. She's blushing red again, looking right back into my eyes. I look away, staring at the floor as I get back to my work. The next time I glance, she's looking up at my body, mouth hanging slightly open. Is she... staring at my dick? No way. I watch during my next set of pushups, her gaze tracking up and down slightly before she notices me looking and snaps her head down to look lower. I'm starting to get comfortable now, kind of showing my freakish cock to my best friend. I've been trying so hard to keep the thing hidden ever since I started puberty, it's great to just... have it out in the open. Well, not really, but you know. So to speak.

Dropping back to my feet, I go stand in front of her. She's definitely staring! It takes her a moment to realise I'm just standing there watching her, snapping her gaze up to meet mine and closing her mouth. She swallows heavily, "That was, uh, really impressive, Jason. Seriously... impressive. How long have you been practicing that?"

"Thanks! Almost two years, basically since just after I started going to the gym. They run yoga and also these like non-spiritual posture and balance classes, it's great."

"Wow, you made it look so easy!" She looks me over again, gaze lingering near my hips. "You've actually grown so massive, it's hard to believe you've just been working out for two years. I remember when you were like a rail! Now, though," she wets her lips, "now you're definitely not skinny. You're so thick. I mean, not thick. So... broad, and muscular."

I'm blushing furiously now, face flooded red. I turn away to go walk out to my bedroom. "Uh, thank you! I'm hungry. We should eat. I'll just go get a shirt on and start making-"

"Wait!" she shouts, interrupting me then seeming embarrassed at her volume. "You don't have to, uh, put anything else on. If you don't want to, I mean. It's pretty warm in here. You wouldn't want to get sweaty after your workout. But don't let me tell you what to do, it's your house," she babbles.

"Emma, relax. If you don't want me to, I won't put a shirt on."

"Good! I mean, it's fine. Whatever you want." What is she so nervous about? "So, what's for dinner?"

"I was planning on just doing spaghetti bolognaise. I was gonna make enough for leftovers anyway, so it's easy to feed you too. Come help me make it!"

--

We chat as we work, quickly filling the room with the smell of frying onions and garlic. The earlier weirdness is dispelled, and we're laughing and joking with each other. It's really nice to spend time with her again. I hadn't quite realised how lonely I've become, recently. Working around Emma in this little kitchen reminds me of how stupidly big I am, though. She's tall for a girl, but more than a foot shorter than me -- her head is like level with my bare nipples. While I'm stirring the bolognaise she comes up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist in a hug. "Thanks, Jason. It's really good to hang out with you again, I've missed this." I feel very aware of her breasts pushing against my back, my cock immediately responding to the contact and starting to lengthen slightly.

I hesitantly reach one hand back to rest on her elbow, the other still stirring. "Me too, Emma. I'm glad you came around tonight, I honestly wouldn't have even thought to ask you to hang out. Sorry."

"No I'm sorry! I've barely spoken to you for like years, we used to be so close."

"I'm bigger, which obviously means my sorriness is bigger too! That's settled, now let's eat." She laughs at that and pulls away, grabbing bowls and cutlery as I drain the pasta. On an impulse I grab a bottle of wine, presenting it to her questioningly. She pauses for a long moment before smiling and nodding, so I grab a couple of wine glasses and pour out generous serves for us both.

After we dig in for a few minutes, a thought occurs to me. "So... you've seen a penis before?"

She laughs, surprised. "What?"

"Before, when I was... you know, wardrobe problems, you said it's not like you hadn't seen a penis before."

"Well, yeah, of course. I've seen Simon's."

"Simon?"

"Yeah? My boyfriend? Oh my goodness, did you really not know? It has been way too long."

It feels like something cold settles into my gut as I hear that. "No, I... I had no idea you have a boyfriend."

"Oh, I mean, he's not my boyfriend. Sorry, I said that weird. He was my boyfriend. We broke up, like, two, three months ago or so."

Relief fills me. "Ah, I see. And... you already knew I 'have a giant cock'?"

She blushes at that, taking a big mouthful of food to stall. "Well, yeah. Remember we used to take baths together? Or play doctor?"

"Uh... vaguely. That was like more than ten years ago though!"

"Well, yeah. I guess you made an impression." Her voice gets even quieter. "Back then you were already bigger than Simon is, seeing that... that was kind of memorable." She brightens up. "I can't believe you grew this much though! It looked so massive, how big is it now? Tell me, I have money riding on this!"

"I... what? Money?"

"Well yeah, my friends and I set up a betting pool." Seeing me sit there speechless, she continues. "Lots of the guys have mentioned you have a big one. Your dick is like half of what the gay clique ever talks about. It's kind of ridiculous. I was arguing with the girls about how much they're exaggerating, and someone suggested we put money on the line! If any of us ever find out, we'll tell the others and settle the accounts."

I'm gobsmacked by this. People talk about it? "What if I don't want you to tell people?"

Emma pauses, looking me in the eyes as she takes a sip of wine. "Well... okay, if you really don't want me to then I won't. But I mean... Jason, like literally our entire year level has heard of it. Word gets around. If you like, I can tell my friends not to tell anyone the exact size, but does it really matter?"

"Yeah... I guess it doesn't." I drain the rest of my wine, refilling my glass and topping up hers. "So... what did you bet?"

She laughs out loud. "Jason, you can't just ask me how big I think your cock is!"

"You literally just asked me how big my cock actually is." I'm grinning too at the absurdity of this conversation.

"Okay, yeah, that's a good point. So, we all agreed the boys were exaggerating. Every time we heard them speak about it the number was different, twelve inches, fourteen inches, ten inches, so on. The question was how much. We decided on even odds for some different size ranges. Most bet around seven to nine inches, a couple as high as eleven inches long. Harriet was the only one to bet 'less than seven inches'," she smirks.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, Harriet always seemed to have it out for me. I really don't know why; I never talk to her. Or anyone."

"It's because you shut her down that one time she tried to hit on you."

"What?? When? No one ever hits on me."

"I don't know, it was like three years ago or something. She really likes how tall you are, but she's like full sour grapes on you now."

I'm stunned to hear that. I thought no girl would ever be interested in me! But she hit on me and I didn't even realise it? "Oh. That's... weird to hear. I don't remember anything like that." I pause, eating more pasta. Emma has finished her plate, just watching me eat and sipping her wine as I work my way through my third. "But you, my friend, didn't answer my question."

She smirks. "Well, I had insider info. And faith in you. I was the only person to bet 'more than twelve inches', so there's some hefty kinda cash here for me!"

I grin back at her. "Well, you were right. It's just over twelve inches long. Call it twelve and a half or so."

"Yes!" She jokingly fist-pumps. "That's over a grand in the bank for me, baby!"

"Wow, a thousand dollars? On a bet over my penis size? Seriously?"

"Well, you know. We were all kind of drunk when we were talking about it. And then some more people wanted to get in on the pool after they heard about it, so... yeah." She pauses for a moment, thinking. "Your cock is really twelve inches long, though? That's insane. Like... does it even fit?"

I shrug awkwardly. "I don't know."

"Wait, you're a virgin?"

"Well, yeah. I've never asked a girl out."

"Oh, wow. I see. That's... funny. I kind of assumed you were getting all the pussy." She's blushing now, drinking some more wine.

"Really? Why?"

"Well... you're handsome, you have an amazing voice, you're the tallest guy I've ever seen, and now you're fucking shredded too! You should be knee-deep in pussy. Drowning in it!" She's acting more excited now. I think the wine is getting to her a little.

"I guess I'm just shy. And I feel embarrassed by my penis." Saying that out loud to someone feels so good, a load off my chest.

"Embarrassed? Why? It's fucking huge."

"Well yeah, that's exactly it! It's way too big, it could never fit in a girl. Or anything!"

Emma pauses, looking thoughtful. "Okay, you might have a point there. But that's no reason not to try! Even if it doesn't fit, you can still have a lot of fun with a girl. And you should be learning how to have that. Besides," she interrupts herself to drain her glass, "twelve inches is definitely massive but pussies can be pretty stretchy. You might be surprised."

"I guess, but if I'm having sex then surely I'm going to be hard..." I murmur doubtfully.

"What? Well, yeah, of course. That's kind of how it works."

"So it'll be a lot more than twelve inches."

She stares me in the eyes for a second, not reacting, before slowly speaking. "More? Are you saying you get bigger than twelve inches?"

I shift uncomfortably, not understanding why she's suddenly behaving this way. "Well yeah? Isn't it normal that they get bigger when they're hard?"

"Oh... wow." She chuckles. "It's a good thing I bet 'more' than twelve. So you were totally soft when you were working out before?"

"Yeah, of course. Did you- ah, right, you thought I was hard."

"Duh! Because it's like twice as long as the next biggest cock I've ever seen! That's... Jesus. It must be so heavy."

I laugh. "You think that's heavy, you should see my balls!"

"What, are they big too?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess. I dunno." I take a sip. "Actually, yeah, I can just say it. They're massive. The weight makes my sack hang down like almost a foot. Each of them is literally bigger than the whole package of any other guy I've ever seen."

Emma giggles at that. "You look at a lot of guys' packages?"

"Well, I guess. I like seeing how much bigger I am, to be honest."

"Of course you do. Do you cum much? My friends are always arguing about whether bigger balls mean more cum, one says it's nonsense but the other is convinced it's true."

"Well, maybe it's just me. I can't really say for sure. But yeah, I cum a lot. Like... way more than I've ever seen in porn."

"Really?" She's interested now. "How much are we talking?"
"I dunno, it's not like I've measured it! But when I masturbate, I always finish into the bathtub or the toilet. It's way too hard to clean up otherwise. Actually, I usually go start to finish in there, I can be very... messy."

Her eyes have glazed over slightly. "Wow, that really must be quite something. So like... why are you so huge? Not just your cock, but like all of you."

"I dunno, I have some genetic hormonal sort of issue. My parents took me to some specialists when I was like ten, went around seeing people and getting second opinions. One said it was 'the most severe case of precocious puberty she'd ever seen'."

"So did you do anything?"

"No, my parents talked about it for ages with each other. They ended up deciding not to treat it. It would have been puberty blockers, and there can be all these side effects and stuff. Since I didn't have any negative symptoms, they just chose to wait and see."

"Huh, I see. That's crazy. So you started puberty when you were like six?"

"Yeah, something like that. And I guess it never stopped."

"Yeah, it sure looks that way!" she laughs. I stand up, smiling as I see her gaze lock on to my crotch. I'm a bit aroused from our conversation, about fourteen inches of penis bulging down my leg. "It's bigger! Wow, you weren't kidding. You're so thick, too..."

I clear our plates into the sink. "As much as I've enjoyed the hour-long discussion about my genitals, maybe we should do something else? Perhaps a movie?" She hasn't moved, just wetting her lips as she stares at my bulge. I flex my cock, swelling as it pushes against the front of my pants. "Hello? Earth to Emma?"

She jumps, startled. "What? Oh. Right. Yes, a movie sounds good. Let's watch Die Hard, I love that film. I'm gonna go use the bathroom, you get the movie started. Don't wait for me!" Her words flow out in a continuous stream as she jumps out of her chair and hurries out of the room, almost sprinting. What the..?

--

I've set the movie running and gotten myself set up on the couch, lying back against the corner with my legs up on a footrest. Freshly microwaved popcorn and coke on the side table. I desperately needed to pee, so I went outside since I hadn't heard a thing from Emma. She's been in the bathroom for ages now. Maybe the food isn't agreeing with her? Whatever, I'll just watch the film like she said. I could watch Die Hard over and over, honestly. Sitting here with popcorn, reconnected with my best friend, slumped down to relax with my feet up. Feeling my balls weighing against the bottom of my pants as they hang off the edge of the couch -- life is good.

Finally she walks into the room, standing near the doorway. It takes me a minute to notice in my peripheral vision that she's almost naked! She's down to just a bra and panties, thin black lacey pieces. Her body is stunning, just enough curves to her hips and breasts while being skinny enough I can see her abs. And her thigh gap. I feel myself start to blush, though I notice she's already red-faced. "Emma, why-" my voice cracks and I clear my throat, embarrassed. "What happened to your clothes?"

"Well, you're literally only wearing a single piece of clothing. At least I'm assuming you don't have any underwear on under there, it... sure looks that way. You've been showing off your body all night, I thought I should even things up. Plus it just feels really hot in here, so this is good." She pauses, running a hand over her hip and thigh. "Like what you see?"

"Y-yeah." My voice is thick. "You look really good, Emma. Really, really good."

She giggles. "Thank you!" She bounces over to the couch, sitting next to me. After a moment she hums thoughtfully, then scoots over to press her body to mine and rests her head on my chest. I'm frozen in place. This is like my fantasy come to life! I feel intensely aware of her breasts brushing against my side. We sit like that and watch the film for a few minutes before she speaks again. "So, Jason..." she pauses. "Did you pee outside earlier?"

I laugh in surprise at the non sequitur. "Uh, yes? You were in the bathroom for ages, so yeah. How did you know?"

"I could hear it through the window," she smiles. "It was like... really loud."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't want to gross you out-"

"No! No, it wasn't gross. Actually," she lowers her voice to a whisper, "it really turned me on."

Hearing her whisper that sends a throb of blood into my penis. "Wow, Emma. Piss? Like I'm all for being kink-friendly but that's a bit much to tell a friend!" I laugh at her.

She swats my belly in mock anger. "No, idiot. It wasn't the piss, it was more just... the sound. Like, that must have been such a thick stream, just shooting out of your monstrous cock and stirring up the soil. Loud enough to clearly hear through the closed upstairs window." She leaves her hand on my abs, gently rubbing back and forth. Every heartbeat is engorging my cock a little further now, steadily extending down my leg. My pulse is racing. I don't know what to say so I focus on the film for a few minutes, until she speaks up. "Hey Jason, it's a little chilly in here."

"Oh, sorry, I'll go get us a-"

"No, no, it's fine. Just put your arm on my back. Warm up me a bit. And stop apologising so much." Nervously, I bring my arm down and slowly rest it along her body. I'm not sure where to rest my hand -- my arm is too long, it reaches past the small of her back. Going for broke, I rest my hand on her bare ass, cupping her cheek and hip. She giggles. "That's perfect, Jason. Wow, your hands are so big... not nearly so big as some things, I guess, but still massive."

I don't respond, trying to focus on the movie instead of my enormous, burgeoning erection. It works for a bit, my cock remaining at its current state. The tip is resting just past my knee, and it's about to start growing rigid. I keep watching the TV but my awareness is focused on Emma tracing her fingertips across my abdominal muscles. Looking down, I notice she's not paying any attention to the movie. Her gaze is solely on me, watching the bulge of my cock shifting slightly. Realising what she's doing flushes me with arousal, quickly growing towards full erection. Luckily these sweatpants are so light and stretchy. My penis reaches its full eighteen inch length in just a few more moments, pushing against my pants. She gasps at the sight, and I squeeze her ass. "Ohhhh... wow," she whispers, "that's so fucking big. Oh my god..." I squeeze her again, pulling her against my body. My cock is as hard as it can get in that downward position, stretching the leg of my pants up into the air. Precum starts flowing from the tip.

We sit like that for a bit, Emma's body tightly pressed against mine while I watch the movie. After a couple minutes she coughs. "Well, Jason, I can't actually see the film any more. Because there's a giant cock in the way. That can't be comfortable for you either, right? Choking it in those pants."

I laugh. "Yeah, you're not wrong, it's not great."

"So... want to take off the pants?"

"I mean, I don't mind. If you're okay with it, go for it." She sits up, grinning down at me as she kneels on the couch. She laughs when she sees the wet stain spreading down my leg. "Did you cum in your pants? Wow, Jason, I thought a guy like you would have some endurance."

"No! That's just precum."

"That's precum? Seriously? Oh wow." Both her hands hook under my waistband, but she pauses. After a minute I ask, "What's up?"

"I feel like you're fucking with me. I'm going to pull down your pants and you've got some kind of toy or prop in there. I really want this to be real."

"It is real! Promise." I wink at her.

"Well... okay." She starts pulling down my pants, gasping as the root of my cock comes into view. I've taken to waxing, I love keeping the whole area absolutely clear. "Oh my god..." She pulls down a bit further. "You weren't joking! Fuck... it's so fucking thick, too." As she edges the pants further over my legs my balls fall down, smacking against the front of the couch. She pauses, peering around my cock to look at them. "Your balls are massive! Did that hurt? It was so loud."

"No, they're fine. Please, keep going." She has half my cock outside my pants now, throbbing against the waistband. I'm hard enough that my penis is stretching the lip of my pants several inches away from my leg. Emma bites her lip as she slowly works her pants down, staring as she reveals inch after inch of my freakish cock. When she finally drags the pants over the end of my dick it springs up, flipping onto my torso with a loud smack. The violent motion actually makes her flinch, recoiling away from the sudden noise. A glob of precum was oozing from the tip, a line of the stuff thrown along my face before the fluid splatters across my chest on impact.

"Oh my God." Emma slumps back onto the couch, staring at my cock. "It's... Christ." My meat is throbbing with my heartbeat, precum constantly oozing from the head and spreading over my chest. "Can I... can I touch it?"

"Well, I guess," I say, smiling. As she reaches a hand out I realise something. "Wait! I let you take off a piece of my clothing. So now you have to let me take off a piece of yours."

She giggles. "Yeah, I guess that's fair. Here." She turns around and scoots closer, presenting her back to me. The curve of her waist is so hot... I was originally thinking of her bra, but it occurs to me now I could go for the panties instead. She's even presenting them, lifting her butt slightly off the couch. I slide my fingers under the rim of her underwear, rubbing her hip. I can hear her breathing heavily as I press into her, before pulling away. I have to see her breasts, I've been wondering for years what they're like. I fumble with the clasp of her bra for a few moments before giving up on my pride and using both hands. She wiggles her shoulders to get it off, tossing it carelessly behind us.

"So... I can touch you now?"

"Sure, if you want."

Emma leans forward, reaching out with one hand and resting it on my throbbing cock. "Oh, wow... I can feel your heartbeat." My gaze fixates on her tits, hanging down from her chest a little. They're not very large -- I've obviously seen much bigger ones online. But these are the first I've seen in person, and I find them intensely erotic. She brings another hand up, gripping me just below her other. "This is... so much bigger than I thought!" Emma laughs weakly. "How long is it, anyway?"

"Fully hard, it's just over eighteen inches long," I admit.

"Eighteen?! Jesus... do you realise how big that is, Jason?"

"Yeah, I know, I'm a freak."

She looks at me sharply. "No! No, you're... well, I mean..." her eyes wander down, all the way over the enormous length her hands are resting on. "I guess freakish isn't really wrong. But it's amazing! Like, I don't know if you realise how massive this thing is." I start to speak but she cuts me off, moving one hand to my chest as she does. "The last guy I got with, when I held his dick in my hand there was only the head poking out above my fingers." We both look at her hand on my cock, gripping above my belly button. Her fingers barely reach halfway around it, and there's several inches more penis between her hand and the edge of my glans. "The biggest one I've ever had, it was great. He was like... just a little longer than both my hands gripping him. I loved it, though it was hard to take it all in." She slides her other hand under my cock, taking hold just above the first. The head of my cock is just above her hands now, with about nine inches below where she's gripping me. "But your cock... wow. It's so thick, too. The other ones I've played with, I could touch my fingers together around them. But with you, I need both hands together for that!" She starts rubbing her hands up and down my length, just moving a few inches.

I'm so turned on by her monologue. "So... you like it?"

"What, you haven't worked it out yet? I fucking love it," she giggles as she lifts up my cock. Pointed vertically, it looms above her slumped form on the couch. "This freakish cock is literally twice as much meat as every guy I've had put together. And you're so hard!" She squeezes me tightly. "Gripping as tight as I can I still can't feel any give at all in this thing. It's like a rock."

I moan and clench my cock, a rope of precum arcing through the air to splash all over my torso. "Oh, fuck, that's so hot."

Emma pouts at me. "Jeez. Jason, did you cum already? I've barely gotten to play with you yet!" She's still rubbing and massaging my upright cock.

"What? No, that was just precum."

"Bullshit! Look at you, your torso is drenched in the stuff. No one makes that much precum."

I shrug awkwardly. "Well... my cum is white, and thicker than this. I guess no one has balls like mine either?"

"Oh yeah!" She releases my cock, splashing precum everywhere as it smacks into my sodden body. "Oops, I totally forgot about your balls!" She laughs as she climbs over me, lying across my abs and cock to look down over the edge of the couch. "Holy shit... those are enormous." I can't see her tits any more, but instead I'm treated to a fantastic view of her firm ass. "They hang so low!" I feel something press along my scrotum. "Your ballsack is literally as long as my forearm... wow." She reaches down and starts fondling my balls. "I can see why, these things are massive. Like, they're so heavy! I'm pretty sure they're thicker than your cock." I can feel her holding one in both hands, her fingers not even very close to touching around it.

I'm steadily oozing precum now, a constant flow seeping from my cock. Each heartbeat has a little pulse of fluid shooting out. Lowering my head slightly to look under her ass, I notice her panties are literally dripping. She's soaked clean through them and now has secretions running down her. While Emma is toying with my balls, squeezing, massaging and tugging, I put a hand on her upper thigh. My hand is big enough to reach more than halfway around her leg. I grip her tightly, drawing a low moan from her as I rub my thumb forward between her thigh and pussy. "Oh, fuck," she gasps, "take my panties off. Get them off now, Jason." I take hold of them over her hip and easily tear them off, tossing them behind me. "Uh. Not what I meant, but. Okay."

"Oh." I blush furiously. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine!" She wriggles backwards, pushing her pussy against my hand while she's rubbing the base of my shaft. I can hear the smirk in her voice as she continues, "I'll just have to take you shopping to buy me new ones. Trying them all one for you, seeing what the best three sets that you'll pay for."

"Three!" I run my fingers over her labia, teasing her. "I only broke one. And you told me to!"

"Don't worry, babe. I'll make it worth your while." She bends her head down, licking at my scrotum. I moan at the sensation. The skin there is stretched taut by the weight of my testicles. She slides her body forwards, moving further over me and lowering her head down towards my balls. As she starts sucking and licking at the huge orbs, I bring my hand over again to grip her ass. It feels so natural to squeeze those cheeks and grind her against my body. Judging by the moan, she enjoys it too.

I sigh as we settle into a rhythm, squeezing and rubbing her ass while she gives my balls their first ever tonguebath. Having her draped over me really emphasises how much larger I am. Her weight is nothing to me, I could toss her around like a rag doll. Taking advantage of this, I grab one of her legs and lift it across my body, shifting her to straddle my torso. Emma moans deeply as I push down on her again with my other hand, squeezing her pussy against my oversized cock. She's gripping one of my balls with both hands now, trying to force it into her mouth. Her tongue furiously works over what she's managed to fit, probably about a third of the fat vessel. I gently pull her back and forth, teasing her lips against my shaft as her juices smear over me. Suddenly she whimpers, kicking her legs randomly and grabbing handfuls of my scrotum as she lets my ball slip from her mouth. Is she cumming? No way...

Emma's whimpering and jerking seems to go on for most of a minute before finally subsiding. She relaxes for a moment, body limp, before planting her hands on my thickly muscled thighs and pushing herself up, sliding over me to sit back against the couch with her legs across my body. I watch her sigh and close her eyes, slumping fully. "Oh, fuck..."

"Did... did you just cum?" I ask hesitantly.

She ignores me for a minute, rubbing her legs slightly side to side along my cock. "Yes," she says at last, "that was amazing. I've... never... cum that hard in my life. Oh my god..." she opens her eyes and meets my gaze. "Jason, your body is so amazing. Just getting to play with your monstrous balls is literally better than sex with a normal guy."

My cock throbs as she speaks, precum shooting out onto my neck. "Oh, wow. Um. Thank you, Emma? That's... fucking hot."

She giggles awkwardly, I think realising she got a little bit too serious. "No, Jason, thank you!" Reaching out, she trails a finger over my powerful chest, totally drenched in precum by now. "I see you enjoyed it too, though. You came so quietly!"

"I still haven't cum, actually."

"Oh fuck off. Look at all this!" She skims a hand over my chest, gathering up precum and chuckling as she flicks it at me. It was a big handful, splattering all over my face.

"You bitch!" I exclaim in mock outrage, wiping my fluid from my eyes as I sit up. "I'll show you precum." I grab her shoulders and scoot myself to the edge of the couch, pulling her down to lie on her back where I sat. My hip presses into her waist, cock standing upright out in front of me.

"Um, what are you doing?" I hold her there for a minute, looking over her nude form. She's so fucking sexy... I can't believe my luck. Emma starts struggling, pushing against me and prying at my fingers, but she can't move me an inch. "C'mon, Jason, let me up," she laughs, "I'm sorry I said you came already." I love how helpless she is under me, totally unable to move my hands from where they wrap all the way around her shoulders. Realising the futility of struggling, she reaches a hand over to my crotch, tracing fingertips around the base of my cock and sighing.

I swing a leg over her, kneeling on the couch by her hips. My balls hang down to rest heavily on her groin, while my rock hard cock reaches all the way to above her collarbone. Precum is oozing from my slit, running down eighteen inches of penis and trickling down my balls. Emma gasps, looking at my organ looming above her. "Oh my god... you're so fucking big, Jason. I still can't believe it." She reaches up with both hands and strokes around the rim of my cock head, precum quickly starting to drip down her arms. I smirk down at her and lean forward, balls dragging up her body slightly as I lower my cock down to her face. She laughs nervously as my head gets near her mouth. "I mean, I totally want to, but I don't think it will fit- ah!" I interrupt her by flexing my cock, shooting a thick rope of precum onto her face. It coats her from forehead to chin, a hefty amount falling into her mouth as well. She coughs and splutters, wiping my secretions from her eyes. "Okay, I guess I-" I do it again, clenching harder and longer this time. A ribbon of precum streams from my cock for several seconds straight, splashing off of her chin hard enough to splatter my body and the back of the couch. She shields her eyes and waits, mouth slightly open. I make an absolute mess of her, a layer of precum covering her entire head and soaking her hair.

I watch her lying there for a bit before she slowly brings her hand away from her eyes and wipes down her face. "Sorry," I mutter and let go of her shoulders, suddenly bashful. "That was a bit uncalled for. I shouldn't have held you down."
She looks around for a moment before responding, running a hand through her wet hair and licking her lips clean. "No, don't be sorry. That was... wow. I love how big your hands are. How big all of you is!" she laughs. "I couldn't move you at all, you just took control of me. And this precum..." Emma gestures vaguely around us, at my fluids splashed across both us and the furniture. "Pretty sure this is literally more volume than every guy's orgasm I've ever seen before, put together. Like, do you know what a normal guy's precum is like?"

"Uh, no?"

"It's like a drop. Just one little drop oozing at a time. Not like a massive shot that splashes all over the fucking furniture... ohhh, fuck." She trails off, one of her hands slipping under my balls to rub at her pussy.

I realise I should take this opportunity. "Hey Emma, will you teach me how to be good at foreplay?"

"Teach you?"

"Yeah. Like... I've never even kissed a girl. I want to know how to turn a girl on-"

"Well, for you," she interrupts, "just stand around. Maybe take your shirt off if they're a really cold one."

"I'm serious!" I laugh. "I want to blow girls' minds, not just have a good body."

"You know what blows my mind?" She reaches her other hand up, gripping the head of my cock. "This thing. Seriously, I feel like this must be some crazy dream, because my neighbour can't really have this monster cock." Her grip doesn't cover the length of the head, and obviously barely reaches around it.

"I sure hope this isn't a dream. That would be... sad." I'm distracted by the feelings of her gripping and teasing my sensitive head. "But really! I want to learn to please you."

"Good! I'm really glad you asked. You'll probably be great, the first principle is to communicate and be honest with your partner, always. You're already on the way there."

"Wow, you really sound like you know what you're doing," I grin at her.

Emma blushes. "I read a lot of like self-help magazines. Anyway, get down here and come kiss me." I bend down as ordered, but the way I have to curl my body in that position ends up bringing the tip of my cock over her face, between us. She giggles. "You'll probably have to readjust. But wow, I just realised. You must be able to blow yourself really easily, right?"

"I never have, actually."

"No way! If I could lick myself, I swear I would never leave the house. Well, I guess I know about you now. I would never leave this pair of houses. Try it now? For me?" Shrugging, I curl my head down and lick the tip of my cock. It seems even larger when I'm this close, my glans is as big as my fist. I have a big tongue, but my cock is about twice as broad. My precum doesn't taste bad -- just a mild, salty sort of flavour. Emma is watching me, fascinated. "Well? How is it?"

"Hmm, not bad. A bit salty."

"Yeah your precum actually tastes really good." She sits up, licking up the stream of precum running down the underside of cock. "But I meant how it feels, dummy."

"Oh. It's nice. I dunno, I need to practice I guess. But I want to make you feel good."

"So get down here and kiss me, idiot." She lies back down on the couch, and I scoot backwards before leaning down to meet her. I don't really know what I'm doing, so I just kind of slacken my lips and mouth at her gently, trying to match her actions. My cock is pressing against the bottom of her breasts, increasing arousal causing a rapid flow of precum onto her. She pulls back. "Hey, you're pretty good at this. Be a little firmer with your lips, and use your tongue. Just gently lick at my lips or in my mouth." We lock lips again, and I kiss more passionately. As I slide my tongue into her mouth I start grinding my hips, slowly squeezing my cock up between her breasts. She moans into my lips -- it's the hottest thing I've ever heard. After a few minutes of this we break away, panting.

"Mmmmm," she murmurs, "that was really good. You've totally soaked my chest though." Looking down, I see she's right. My precum has flooded over her, coating her tits and shoulders. We both watch as I slide my cock up and down, producing a wet sound. "God, the head is literally bigger than my tits... do you like, need to cum?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, normally guys make a bit of precum when they're very near to actually cumming." As she speaks, another little rope of precum squirts out of me and splats on to her chest. "I mean, I don't want you to end up with blue balls or anything."

"I'm fine," I laugh, "though I'm getting kind of close. Okay, so what next?"

She sits up, pushing on me until I comply and move back to give her space. "Okay, you're going to finger me. I want to play with your cock though, so we need to find the right position." Emma pushes on me until we're both sitting on the couch normally, pressed up against each other. "Here." She pulls my hand over to rest on her pussy, then reaches for my cock. Trying to reach over and around my dripping manhood, though, she has to twist her shoulders forward and awkwardly try to reach around my thickly muscled arm. "Mmmm, no, this is no good. You're just too... huge. This massive arm's in the way, I can't reach all of your cock."

"Maybe like this?" I kneel on the couch facing towards her, so my penis is across in front of her.

"No, no. I mean that's perfect for me," she interrupts herself to lean forward and gently lick the very tip of my cock, "but you'll get tired, and you can't reach well." I sit back down next to her, bringing one hand over to rub her tits. I can reach both at once, the base of my palm on one while I massage the other with my fingers. She sighs slightly, reaching down to rub at the root of my excessive manhood. We sit there for a bit, pleasuring each other, then she perks up. "Oh! It's so obvious, I am a dumbass. Here." I let her push my arm away as she stands up, then sits in my lap facing the same way as me. "This is perfect!" Both arms wrapped around my turgid meat, she hugs it close and rubs her pussy against it a little. It reaches all the way up her body, up to her collarbone.

"So... fingering you?"

She keeps pressing against me for a moment before sliding back a little. "Yeah, right. Okay, put your hand there. You can just stick a finger in, I'm already so fucking wet." As she talks she's gripping my cock with two hands, rolling my foreskin over the tip and retracting it as she strokes back and forth over about twelve inches of it. I bring my hand to her pussy, sliding in my middle finger. It goes in easily, penetrating to the knuckle with little resistance. She feels so hot and wet... I start sliding it in and out, fucking her with my hand. "No, no, not like that. Leave that for a cock. Well, maybe not this cock, but yeah. Don't think fucking, fingerbanging is for porn. Think like... stroking. Like- ohhhh, fuck!" She cuts herself off as I curl my hand, rubbing at the inside of her pussy. "Oh, yes, just like that, just a little gentler." Hearing her moan under my touch is an amazing turn-on, and I groan as a fat bolt of precum shoots from my cock, arcing over her head to splash across her back and my chest.

Emma leans back against me, head resting against my broad chest. "Put another finger in, babe. Yes, keep going, keep going. Exactly like that, don't stop. God, your fingers are so huge, I can't believe how deep you can reach." Her thighs clench around my hand. As she speaks, she's furiously jerking my cock. "But they're tiny compared to this ridiculous penis. Your cock is so amazing Jason, I fucking love it." She leans forward slightly to start licking and sucking the tip.

Precum is practically gushing from me now, spilling from her mouth even while she rapidly swallows. "I'm about to cum," I murmur in her ear.

She pulls away from my cock for a moment to speak. "Me too babe, just- oh!" As she peaks into orgasm I sink my fingers all the way in, gripping her tightly as I start cumming too. My cock clenches hard, a tremendous geyser of cum erupting. It shoots over us both, striking the wall and ceiling behind the couch. My orgasms aren't quite like the guys I've seen in porn -- rather than quick pulses, individual shots of cum, each flex of my cock lasts for long seconds and produces a continuous stream of my seed. My next deluge of cum takes the same path, painting the corner behind us. I slump down the couch, legs jerking with pleasure, so my next flex sends another enormous ribbon of cum directly into Emma's face. She just moans as it strikes her, splattering all over us both. I keep cumming, two more great streams of cum splashing on us before I notice Emma taking hold of my cock.

Her orgasm has subsided, and now she wants to play. She aims me straight up, the next eruption soaking the ceiling as it goes on and on. Then another. Before the next, she leans forward and stretches her lips around my cock. My cum makes an audible sound as it strikes the back of her throat. She chokes and splutters but manages to hold on for the duration of the stream, swallowing as rapidly as she can. As the shot ends she falls back on to me, dazed, releasing my cock to shoot wildly out in front of us. One stream traces its way across the window, painting it white. After a couple more of those ten-second-long bursts of cum, my orgasm finally tapers off, cock twitching as I spurt out a few final thick ropes.

We lie there on the couch for a few minutes, dazed and enjoying the afterglow. Finally Emma sits up and turns around, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me deeply. She tastes of cum. As we make out I take my cock -- still rock-hard -- and press it against her back. I'm drooling more cum constantly, a thick river pouring down her back and over her ass. She sits back from me, rubbing her ass against my cock, and looks around the room. It's kind of devastated -- the wall and corner behind us are covered in my cum, the couch is an absolute mess of the stuff, half the ceiling is dripping with it and it splattered all over the room from those shots. My last few streams reached the opposite wall, puddles of my seed scattered across the floor in front of us. "Jesus fucking Christ..." she breathes out. "That's unbelievable. How does that even work?"

"What do you mean?"

"That must be fifty litres of your fucking cum, Jason. I swear it feels like I swallowed five litres myself. Where does it all come from? You should be all shrivelled up." She pokes my chest, as if checking I haven't hollowed out.

I just shrug. "Come on, it's not actually fifty litres. I dunno though, it doesn't really make sense. But," I wink, "I'm definitely not shrivelled up." As I say that, I take my cock and push it down before releasing it. It smacks hard into her upper back, sending her sprawling forward onto me, and I laugh.

"You jerk!" She rights herself then slaps my chest with both hands. "I guess I see why you normally do it in the bathroom. This is... how do we even clean this up? You even covered the fucking ceiling in cum."

"Hey, that wasn't me. You were the one who aimed there. And I dunno, I guess we just... mop the ceiling?"

A thought occurs to her. "Oh, hey, I know. There's this company that does like sex cleaning."

"Sex cleaning?"

"Yeah, for like orgies and stuff? You call them up, they send someone out, they clean up. They do bodily fluids, you can be naked around them, they respond fast."

"Wow. How do you even know about this?"

"One of my sister's friends is into like... BDSM and stuff, she was talking about it. So shall we do it? It'll probably be like two hundred dollars, I'll pay it out of my winnings."

"Two hundred? Well... I guess. I don't really know how else to deal with all this."

"Great!" She slides off me, getting to her feet. I watch as she goes to wipe off her dripping hands on her thighs absentmindedly, but there's just more cum there. We both giggle, then she turns around and stares me in the eyes as she slowly licks her hands clean, sucking on one finger at a time. It's very erotic. I grip my excessive manhood and pull it close to my face, firmly rubbing and squeezing with both hands as cum flows from the tip and runs over me. Slowly I lean forward, licking across the fat head and moaning as I bring my hand up to squeeze it. It really is unnaturally large, the head literally larger than my first, and incredibly sensitive after my orgasm. I keep moaning, low guttural sounds, as cum flows into my mouth and spills down my chin. It has a stronger taste than my precum, an odd sort of savoury flavour with the saltiness. My lips stretch around the head, jaw aching as I try to accommodate the massive thing and lick under the rim of the glans.

Glancing up, I see Emma is standing in place, watching me. One of her hands is rubbing her pussy, smearing cum around and inside. "Wow," she murmurs, "that's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I gotta get this cleaner coming though!" She turns around and hurries out of the room, squelching with each step as she goes to get her phone. I lie back on the couch and close my eyes, planting a foot on the footrest to lift my hips and push my cock up to my mouth. I lick at it gently, still slowly jerking off, as I listen to Emma's voice from the hallway. I can't quite make out what she's saying on the phone, only a few snatches here and there.

Wet footsteps approach me from the hallway, followed by a splash between my legs. She's dropped down to sit on the floor in front of me, gazing at my huge sack as it dangles at her chest level, dripping with cum. "God..." she murmurs as she gathers up my balls in her arms. "You're just unbelievable." She licks across my scrotum for a minute, cleaning me with her tongue. "We got lucky, by the way. They have someone nearby who just finished a job, so she'll be here in like ten minutes. I decided to spring an extra fifty bucks for the sexy package."

I pull my cock away from my lips, dropping it down onto my collarbone. "So soon? Should we go get dressed? And wait, sexy package?"

"No, silly, I already told you, they work like orgies and things. We can keep playing. And yeah, she's going to show up in lingerie and might talk sexy to us." Emma buries her face in my sack again, gripping handfuls of the skin and rubbing them together. "God, you have so much fucking ballsack. I love it."

"Mmm, I love how much you love my size." Precum is spewing over my shoulder and running down my side. Emma starts working her way up, licking her tongue side to side to try and cover as much of the taut skin in her spit as she can. I sigh and lift my tip back to my lips, licking gently as she reaches the root of my cock. Both her hands press and grip my perineum firmly, sending a spurt of precum splattering onto my face.

"This thing is like a fucking tree trunk or something, it's unreal." She starts slowly moving up, kissing and licking all over my shaft. I'm still drenched in cum from my orgasm. Her tits press against me now as she licks over inch after inch, sliding up my cock. She pauses once she's kneeling straight, laying her body along my cock and resting her head on it. I bring a hand over to her chest, gently squeezing her boob and rubbing it against the cock supporting her.

Our rest is interrupted by the doorbell. "She's here!" Emma hops up and quickly walks out of the room, excited to greet the "sexy cleaner".
