As for Nick, he was fascinated by the effect that this short, unattractive guy had on girls that he would have to work seriously hard to get. He had always been intrigued by porn where the girl gets fucked by well-hung men, mainly because the thought of a hot girl stretching and working to take a huge cock always struck him as sexy. And, like most guys, he was always slightly envious of men who had bigger dicks than he did, and wouldn’t mind being bigger himself. So he appreciated having Jason as a friend and going out to clubs and bars picking up chicks with him. Soon he began setting girls up with him, as Jason’s reputation for his size spread across the campus. They did a few threesomes with girls that Nick would pick up, and Nick was totally turned on by the response of these hot chicks to his friend’s impossibly big cock. What impressed him most of all, however, was the change that seemed to come over them after an encounter with Jason- they seemed to get a lot hornier, and, well…sexier. Their whole attitude toward sex and the male race changed to one of admiration and energy. When Nick graduated, met me, and got married, he thought that he had left his college days behind. But when our sex life had started to dull out, he decided to call Jason back up to see if he could jump start our love life. The events of the past weekend now became clear.

As I listened to Nick talk, I became more and more eager for the next few weeks. What I would experience, and what I would learn all swam around my head as I lay in bed with this beautiful guy. Jason was arriving the next weekend, and Nick had timed it so that he would be working during the weekdays, and Jason and I could be home together all day undisturbed. Then after three weeks Jason would go back to school, and he would take some time off for us to leave on an end-of-summer vacation. “I don’t want to overwhelm you,” he said. “I want you to take it slow, and do your best to learn all you can. And know I’ll be thinking about you all day.” I kissed him with excitement and gratitude. It was going to be three weeks I would never forget.

Jason arrived that weekend with just one suitcase, and handed me a list of things he wanted me to buy for him- mostly food and beer, and a specific type of lube. He moved into the guest room, and that night gave me a goofy smile when he told me he would see me the next day. “Not tonight, babe,” he said. “I’m fucking tired. We’ll start tomorrow.” There was something fascinatingly mischievous in his eye.

I was up at seven the next morning, but Jason slept in past ten. I could hear his loud snoring in the next room, and waited patiently for him to wake up. Finally around noon he walked out of the guest room, wearing nothing but a white muscle shirt. I had never seen his penis completely soft before, and it was dangling straight down almost to his knees, with fold upon fold of red skin around its thick shaft. Its red color contrasted against his white legs, which made its size look even more dramatic. All week I had tried to remember its look and feel, but now that it was before me again, I was as shocked and aroused as if it was still the first time. I had forgotten how enormous his ball sack was, and it hung hugely down as if it weighed ten pounds. Jason walked with a slight swagger that made his gigantic package sway back and forth, and the blood once again rushed to my face as I noticed the sexual power in its movement. He saw me staring and grinned. “Morning, gorgeous. Get me a beer and we’ll get started.” He went back into his room and turned on the television. I grabbed a few bottles from the fridge and hurried quickly back to find him sitting on the bed, his back propped up against the headboard. His short legs were spread apart on the bed, and his giant penis was flopped over one thigh like an enormous, lazy snake. He had put a pillow under his ass to elevate himself, and his huge ball sack was hanging down all the way to the bed. “Take your clothes off,” he said, taking a beer with one hand, and with the other motioning me between his legs. I stripped quickly, feeling my heart beating already in anticipation. I was ready to do anything for this huge-hung stud who was sitting up on my bed half-naked like some kind of pharaoh. He looked over my sexy naked body and smiled with approval, then reached down and started handling his enormous nut sack. “Come here,” he said. “On your back.”