My heart was racing. I had to make this seem as normal a response as possible: “Yeah…sure…I have to go too,” I lied. In my three years at Southfield, I had never gotten the opportunity to witness Ben at the urinal. Whenever I timed my bathroom breaks to coincide with his, he always headed for the stalls, most likely to masturbate. This opportunity would likely provide me with a lifetime of orgasms, I hoped. That is, if nothing out of the ordinary happened.

He quickly made his way for the men’s room, and I made it a point to stand a little bit in back while I walked alongside him to check out his ass; his front I could wait to see, when it was in its full glory. Of course, the conversation quickly turned to sex.

“I think,” he began. “I think I may have a problem.”

“What’s it about?” I feigned ignorance. With a look of concentration, he stared at his soft dick. It stretched his jeans extremely even in its current state. Its outline was nothing short of gigantic.

“I’m becoming…less and less selective about who I fuck. It’s a real problem.” It was by no means a problem for me. We entered the men’s room, where we were alone. “And I want to show you something else.” He entered the largest of the three stalls, the one with plenty of extra space, and motioned for me to come in. I was ready to feint. I stood perfectly still for five seconds or so, in awe. He motioned again, and I cautiously entered the stall, locking the door behind me. “Over the past few years, my dick’s gotten really huge.” That was probably the one thing I was sure of…in my life.

In a surprisingly quick sequence, he lifted up his shirt and tossed it aside, exposing his colossal biceps and six-pack. The action made his hair messier than it normally was. He reached for his belt and pulled it off of him in one tug, letting his jeans descend a tad. The thickness of his monster cock was the only thing supporting the weight of the denim. After unbuttoning and unzipping, he took a short time actually pulling down his jeans; the force of friction against his organ was considerable. He finally got them off, and the girth of his dick augmented somewhat, suggesting the jeans had suppressed it. What remained was a pair of very large white briefs, literally bursting at the seams. The thread that held the pieces of cloth together was almost destroyed by wear, semen stains covered almost the entire undergarment, and on all sides it was pushed outward to allow a gargantuan dick to occupy the space. He dug his sizable thumbs into either side, carefully guiding the underwear downward, so as not to tear it as it encountered the massive arch of his earthward facing cock.

Covering more space in my vision than his legs, his manhood once again expanded without the suppression of clothing. It was a powerful sight. With the slightest move of his body, his meat swung back and forth unmercifully. Almost falling to his knees, there was little room in-between his thighs for anything else. Its circumcised head was prominent, a good three inches long, but what was most impressive was its sheer girth. It was so thick that I could not possibly circumnavigate its width with one hand.

“I’m having a bit of trouble fucking some girls, so I’ve starting fucking guys too. It’s bad, huh?” At that moment, he reached down and scratched his balls, first using his other hand to lift up his meat. They were much larger than I had expected, but as soon as he let his dick fall it thudded against them in a titanic motion, concealing them. As I stared at his member, a string of drool emanated from my mouth. “Hey,” he said, seductively. I looked up at him, and he gave me his trademark grin. “I’m getting kind of horny.” He placed his right hand thumb above his penis, the rest of his fingers below, and began to softly shake it. “Would you like to do the honours?” He winked. I was already kneeling by then.

As quickly as I could, I stuffed my face full of cock. I licked every part of it, sucked every part of it, and even deep throated a good amount of it. It grew bolstered and rock hard nearly instantaneously. He held the back of my head with his hand and let out with pleasure: “Fuck yeah…suck that giant dick…” He made the same grunts and moans as he did in the computer lab, only they were louder and lasted longer. He was a wild beast with a weakness the size of a deli submarine, and his dick was the best tasting object ever to enter my mouth. The bends and nooks in its head were gradual and deep. Sucking his cock was an epic experience analogous to taming a giant snake. His body was broad and mannish, he was a god of fertility, having fallen to earth. I couldn’t bear to spend more than a few seconds without his dick in me.

He let out a final, ferocious moan, and his urethra expanded tremendously, again and again. Gobs and gobs of saccharine cum were filling my mouth, where I gladly gulped them down. I soon couldn’t handle it all, and it came pouring out onto my chin. A good minute after it had started, his climax ended, and I licked the last gobs of semen from the ends of his gorgeous dick. He looked down at me and smiled again from ear to ear. He was so hot and horny. My face was covered in cum, and my pants were filled with cum, but my hunger for his meat hadn’t stopped, it had just started.