69ingchipmunks: Are you fucking kidding me right now?
A message bubble forms on the other side of the screen, the three dots beating rhythmically, before it disappears. Kyle’s thumbs move furiously on his screen.
69ingchipmunks: There’s no way that’s 8 inches. Send a ruler pic.
The dick pic on Kyle’s screen looms intimidatingly. It’s thick and colored a light brown, the shade growing warmer towards the tip, and Kyle’s surprised that Craig can even fit a hand around it. But even more pressing than its apparent thickness is its apparent length; Kyle knows Craig’s hands must be big, gauging by the height he put in his bio, but this is just fucking ridiculous; his hands have to be legitimately massive to make the cock resting against his palm only eight inches.
craigfucker: i don’t know what to tell you
craigfucker: it’s only 8 inches
craigfucker: give me a sec and i’ll get a ruler
Kyle’s said the words ‘there’s no way that’s 8 inches’ many times during his Grindr experience, but he’s never said it in the context of it looks even bigger. He enlarges the pic again, examining for evidence of photoshop, but he can find none; it looks legitimate. Another picture comes in, and Kyle clicks it embarrassingly quickly. The picture depicts the same hand and the same dick, but this time, there’s a ruler up against it, the end with a ‘0’ pushing up against coarse black pubes. Sure enough, the tip ends right up against the 8 inch mark. Kyle still doesn’t believe it.
69ingchipmunks: Is that a trick ruler?
69ingchipmunks: You know, the kind guys use to make their dicks look bigger?
69ingchipmunks: But in reverse?
craigfucker: why the fuck would i lie about my dick being small
Kyle doesn’t really have an answer to that. Now that he no longer has a good reason to doubt Craig on the legitimacy of his dick size, he’s starting to worry about the practicalities of such a cock; it might not be ten inches (thank God) but it’s still fucking huge, and Kyle is not a large man. If he does hook up with this guy, which he knew he was going to from the second he saw his dick for the first time, he’s going to need to figure something out. He can’t let this opportunity go by.
Instead of asking how Craig’s managed to fit his dick in other guys’ asses, Kyle finds a nude he’d taken the night before; a mirror selfie, a hand on his phone and a second pulling his plump ass cheeks apart. He hits send, and regrets doing so before he has the chance to come up with a clever caption.
69ingchipmunks: I’ve been told it takes a few inches to get past this.
69ingchipmunks: So nobody can really fill me up.
69ingchipmunks: Maybe you’ll be the first?
The message bubble appears, then disappears, then appears again. It does this for a full minute before the text comes through.
craigfucker: saturday at your place?
Kyle responds with his address.
…
Saturday rolls around, and Kyle still doesn’t feel prepared. He’s excited - that’s the only thing he feels totally sure about - but he’s also nervous, hesitant, deeply aroused. He’s spent the last several days pondering over his upcoming hookup, including but not limited to Craig’s cock size, which he’s becoming increasingly convinced is not 8 inches, and how he plans on fitting that whole thing into his ass. He’s already dumped a hundred dollars into a hefty dildo, ten inches with eight usable ones, but he found himself whimpering by inch six; by then, his cock had flagged, and his anxiety had diminished his arousal to the point where he couldn’t push it in any deeper.
He doubted Craig would be upset if Kyle couldn’t take his whole dick - Kyle doubted he would be the first guy to do so - but Kyle would be. If he was going to hook up with a guy with a big dick, he was going to take full advantage of it, despite his conflicting feelings. If he couldn’t feel Craig’s heavy balls against his ass, he had failed. Kyle would not fail.
That was why he had a cock ring sitting on his nightstand in his room. His research had led him to it; if he remained aroused, it would be easier for Craig to fit inside of him. And if he had the ring on, his dick couldn’t flag. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was all Kyle had.
The doorbell rings, and lightning shoots down Kyle’s spine. It’s time; he doesn’t have any more time to think this over, or to risk letting his nerves get the best of him. He hurries towards his door and unlocks it, flinging it open; Craig steps back so it doesn’t hit him in the nose.
“Hey.” Craig says. His voice is vaguely gravelly. “I didn’t bring any drinks. Sorry.”
Kyle only then realizes drinks probably would have been a good idea, but he doesn’t keep wine in his house; he’s very prone to going through bottles after stressful days. “That’s fine,” he says, looking Craig over; he knew his hair was black based on his pubes, but he hadn’t seen his face until he showed up. He’s handsome, with sharp cheekbones and a sharp nose; Kyle likes it, a lot. He didn’t have high hopes for his face - the general rule he’s encountered through ‘research’ is that if the dick is monstrous, the face probably is too - but Craig looks elegant, willowy. “I was actually hoping we could get right to it.”
“Get right to it.” Craig repeats, smiling; Kyle doesn’t understand what’s so funny. “Good plan.” He steps inside, and Kyle shuts the door behind him, locking it; he then takes the liberty of pulling down the curtains on the two windows closest to the door, as if a neighbor is going to somehow see to his room through them. He gestures for Craig to follow him towards his room, his heart beating fast; he wants to kiss him, but if he gets too hard, he won’t be able to fit the ring on. He has to make sacrifices in the name of dick.
“You’ve got a nice place,” Craig says, following Kyle towards his room; he steps inside and glances around, appraising it.
“Did you think I wouldn’t?” Kyle asks, and he curses himself out for being so riled up. Craig steps towards him; Kyle swallows. He had assumed Craig had added a few inches to the height in his biography, but he sees now that that was not the case; he’s at least half a foot taller than him, maybe more. All of him is huge.
“I didn’t say that.” Craig says. His hands rest on Kyle’s sides, slide down to his waist; Kyle’s cock jumps as he squeezes him. “Are you always this touchy? Or only when you’re about to take cock?”
Kyle shudders. He likes how obscene Craig sounds, saying those words; Kyle always gets too embarrassed to use dirty talk. “I don’t know if you’re going to fit.” he confesses, then hates himself for it; he was hoping to keep that part a secret. “So maybe I’m a little jumpy.”
“It’ll fit.” There’s no doubt in Craig’s voice; it assuages some of Kyle’s worries. “You’ll be surprised.”
“I hope so.” Kyle glances towards the nightstand, eyeing the ring. “I actually bought something. To try and make it easier.” he reaches for it, turns around to show it to Craig, and Craig suddenly looks on the verge of laughter; Kyle is horribly offended.
“What are you laughing about?” He asks, his hand tightening around the small device. Craig bites his lower lip.
“You just look really determined.” Craig says. “That’s all. You want me to put this on you?”
Kyle nods, his face still flushed. Craig takes the ring from him, and throws it up into the air, catching it; Kyle is slightly appalled by how casually he throws a sex toy around.
“I can do that.”
…
Craig’s thumbs slip into Kyle’s asshole, spreading it apart, and Kyle groans into the mattress. “That’s enough.” he mumbles; the cock ring is tight around the base of his cock, and even if he wanted to come, he couldn’t. Craig’s put four fingers in him, and if he fingers him for any longer, he might literally explode. “I don’t need any more. Just put it in.”
“Put what in?” Craig asks. Kyle can hear the look on his face in his voice. “You need to use your words.” Two of his fingers dip into Kyle’s hole, and he groans. He can’t take this anymore.
“Your cock.” He spits out. “Your big cock. Just put it in me already. I can’t take this.”
“That’s better.” Craig says. Kyle hears the sound of ripping, and assumes it must be the condom wrapper; he imagines it slipping over Craig’s dick, and he’s not surprised he brings his own condoms to his hookups. The most commonly sold ones definitely wouldn’t fit. He hears the slick sound of lube gliding over the latex, and he tenses at the feeling of Craig’s thick cockhead against his rim; suddenly, he can’t focus on anything. His senses have narrowed down to the sensations directly impacting him; everything else is a blur.
Kyle waits for Craig to say ‘ready?’, or something along those lines, but he doesn’t; instead, he just starts to push. Kyle’s eyes widen, and his fingers tighten on the sheets; it’s too much, too much. He’s pushing, but getting nowhere; he won’t fit. Kyle’s so small, and Craig’s cock is so big; Kyle’s really bitten off more than he can chew with this one. It can’t fit.
But it does. Craig’s tip pops into him, and Kyle’s head goes all fuzzy; he bites down on a pillow to stifle his scream. He’s so thick, and it burns; it’s too much, too much, but Kyle wouldn’t dream of asking him to pull out. He hears a low, stuttery groan behind him; clearly, Craig likes the tight fit just as much as Kyle does.
“Fuck, Kyle.” Craig breathes; his hands grope for Kyle’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and Kyle hears him suck in a breath. He must look outright lewd like this, stretched to his limits, and the thought makes Kyle’s hips twitch, dragging his cock across the sheets; that turns out to be a mistake, the cock ring preventing him from any kind of release. Kyle can’t see what he looks like, but he’s sure his cock is red and angry; he needs to come, but he can’t. He wants to find out if Craig’s load size matches his dick size first.
He pushes deeper into him, and the noise Kyle lets out is outright animalistic; Craig withdraws an inch, and Kyle’s about to throw a fit before he thrusts again, slipping in deeper than before; every inch tears Kyle apart, opens him in a way he’s never felt before, and he can’t go back, he can’t. No other Grindr hookup will ever amount to this, the way that Craig slowly fits himself into him, the obscene sounds of his lube-slick cock gliding past Kyle’s tight entrance.
Time slows, or maybe speeds up; Kyle loses track of it as Craig sinks into him. Everything comes to a sudden stop when he feels his balls push up against his ass, and he groans; he’s full, fuller than he’s ever been. His ass is full, his dick feels full; if Craig pulled off the ring right now, he’d shoot off instantly.
“Oh my fucking God.” Kyle moans; he doesn’t realize he’s been clenching his jaw until Craig stops moving, and everything feels a little less intense. He unclenches, and it hurts, but it’s nothing in comparison to everything else going on with his body.
Craig snaps his hips back, and Kyle’s very briefly relieved, before he pushes back in; Kyle’s body arches along with him, pushing his ass back against him. It’s overwhelming, but so good; he’ll be sore for days, and that’s exactly what he wants. His cock throbs as Craig bottoms out again, and he feels fingers tighten on his waist, pulling him up; he fumbles to settle on his elbows and knees. With the new angle, Craig can push even deeper, and even the pillow isn’t enough to stifle his scream as Craig’s shaft glides over his prostate.
“Please,” Kyle chokes out, babbling by now. “Take it off. Take - the thing off. Take it off!”
Thankfully, Craig doesn’t pressure Kyle to say exactly what - instead, he fumbles between his legs, grasping the silicon ring and sliding it off. Kyle shoots off the second that the ring is off his base, covering the device in come; Craig groans, lowly, pushing his body harder down onto Kyle. He fucks him in rapid, shallow strokes, no longer concerned with Kyle’s pleasure, and Kyle feels him tense, his thrusts no longer rhythmic; he pushes fully inside of him before he comes, and Kyle can’t feel him finish inside of him, but he can feel the way come starts to drip out once he pulls out. It leaks down his thighs, and Kyle shudders.
“By the way,” Craig says, as he examines Kyle’s gaping ass, sitting back on his heels. “I lied. I’m not actually eight inches. I’m ten. I just didn't want to scare you off.”
“Fucker.” Kyle chokes out, mostly to avoid saying that if he had known, he might have wanted him even more.
Re: Craig/Kyle, size kink, cock ring
69ingchipmunks: Are you fucking kidding me right now?
A message bubble forms on the other side of the screen, the three dots beating rhythmically, before it disappears. Kyle’s thumbs move furiously on his screen.
69ingchipmunks: There’s no way that’s 8 inches. Send a ruler pic.
The dick pic on Kyle’s screen looms intimidatingly. It’s thick and colored a light brown, the shade growing warmer towards the tip, and Kyle’s surprised that Craig can even fit a hand around it. But even more pressing than its apparent thickness is its apparent length; Kyle knows Craig’s hands must be big, gauging by the height he put in his bio, but this is just fucking ridiculous; his hands have to be legitimately massive to make the cock resting against his palm only eight inches.
craigfucker: i don’t know what to tell you
craigfucker: it’s only 8 inches
craigfucker: give me a sec and i’ll get a ruler
Kyle’s said the words ‘there’s no way that’s 8 inches’ many times during his Grindr experience, but he’s never said it in the context of it looks even bigger. He enlarges the pic again, examining for evidence of photoshop, but he can find none; it looks legitimate. Another picture comes in, and Kyle clicks it embarrassingly quickly. The picture depicts the same hand and the same dick, but this time, there’s a ruler up against it, the end with a ‘0’ pushing up against coarse black pubes. Sure enough, the tip ends right up against the 8 inch mark. Kyle still doesn’t believe it.
69ingchipmunks: Is that a trick ruler?
69ingchipmunks: You know, the kind guys use to make their dicks look bigger?
69ingchipmunks: But in reverse?
craigfucker: why the fuck would i lie about my dick being small
Kyle doesn’t really have an answer to that. Now that he no longer has a good reason to doubt Craig on the legitimacy of his dick size, he’s starting to worry about the practicalities of such a cock; it might not be ten inches (thank God) but it’s still fucking huge, and Kyle is not a large man. If he does hook up with this guy, which he knew he was going to from the second he saw his dick for the first time, he’s going to need to figure something out. He can’t let this opportunity go by.
Instead of asking how Craig’s managed to fit his dick in other guys’ asses, Kyle finds a nude he’d taken the night before; a mirror selfie, a hand on his phone and a second pulling his plump ass cheeks apart. He hits send, and regrets doing so before he has the chance to come up with a clever caption.
69ingchipmunks: I’ve been told it takes a few inches to get past this.
69ingchipmunks: So nobody can really fill me up.
69ingchipmunks: Maybe you’ll be the first?
The message bubble appears, then disappears, then appears again. It does this for a full minute before the text comes through.
craigfucker: saturday at your place?
Kyle responds with his address.
…
Saturday rolls around, and Kyle still doesn’t feel prepared. He’s excited - that’s the only thing he feels totally sure about - but he’s also nervous, hesitant, deeply aroused. He’s spent the last several days pondering over his upcoming hookup, including but not limited to Craig’s cock size, which he’s becoming increasingly convinced is not 8 inches, and how he plans on fitting that whole thing into his ass. He’s already dumped a hundred dollars into a hefty dildo, ten inches with eight usable ones, but he found himself whimpering by inch six; by then, his cock had flagged, and his anxiety had diminished his arousal to the point where he couldn’t push it in any deeper.
He doubted Craig would be upset if Kyle couldn’t take his whole dick - Kyle doubted he would be the first guy to do so - but Kyle would be. If he was going to hook up with a guy with a big dick, he was going to take full advantage of it, despite his conflicting feelings. If he couldn’t feel Craig’s heavy balls against his ass, he had failed. Kyle would not fail.
That was why he had a cock ring sitting on his nightstand in his room. His research had led him to it; if he remained aroused, it would be easier for Craig to fit inside of him. And if he had the ring on, his dick couldn’t flag. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was all Kyle had.
The doorbell rings, and lightning shoots down Kyle’s spine. It’s time; he doesn’t have any more time to think this over, or to risk letting his nerves get the best of him. He hurries towards his door and unlocks it, flinging it open; Craig steps back so it doesn’t hit him in the nose.
“Hey.” Craig says. His voice is vaguely gravelly. “I didn’t bring any drinks. Sorry.”
Kyle only then realizes drinks probably would have been a good idea, but he doesn’t keep wine in his house; he’s very prone to going through bottles after stressful days. “That’s fine,” he says, looking Craig over; he knew his hair was black based on his pubes, but he hadn’t seen his face until he showed up. He’s handsome, with sharp cheekbones and a sharp nose; Kyle likes it, a lot. He didn’t have high hopes for his face - the general rule he’s encountered through ‘research’ is that if the dick is monstrous, the face probably is too - but Craig looks elegant, willowy. “I was actually hoping we could get right to it.”
“Get right to it.” Craig repeats, smiling; Kyle doesn’t understand what’s so funny. “Good plan.” He steps inside, and Kyle shuts the door behind him, locking it; he then takes the liberty of pulling down the curtains on the two windows closest to the door, as if a neighbor is going to somehow see to his room through them. He gestures for Craig to follow him towards his room, his heart beating fast; he wants to kiss him, but if he gets too hard, he won’t be able to fit the ring on. He has to make sacrifices in the name of dick.
“You’ve got a nice place,” Craig says, following Kyle towards his room; he steps inside and glances around, appraising it.
“Did you think I wouldn’t?” Kyle asks, and he curses himself out for being so riled up. Craig steps towards him; Kyle swallows. He had assumed Craig had added a few inches to the height in his biography, but he sees now that that was not the case; he’s at least half a foot taller than him, maybe more. All of him is huge.
“I didn’t say that.” Craig says. His hands rest on Kyle’s sides, slide down to his waist; Kyle’s cock jumps as he squeezes him. “Are you always this touchy? Or only when you’re about to take cock?”
Kyle shudders. He likes how obscene Craig sounds, saying those words; Kyle always gets too embarrassed to use dirty talk. “I don’t know if you’re going to fit.” he confesses, then hates himself for it; he was hoping to keep that part a secret. “So maybe I’m a little jumpy.”
“It’ll fit.” There’s no doubt in Craig’s voice; it assuages some of Kyle’s worries. “You’ll be surprised.”
“I hope so.” Kyle glances towards the nightstand, eyeing the ring. “I actually bought something. To try and make it easier.” he reaches for it, turns around to show it to Craig, and Craig suddenly looks on the verge of laughter; Kyle is horribly offended.
“What are you laughing about?” He asks, his hand tightening around the small device. Craig bites his lower lip.
“You just look really determined.” Craig says. “That’s all. You want me to put this on you?”
Kyle nods, his face still flushed. Craig takes the ring from him, and throws it up into the air, catching it; Kyle is slightly appalled by how casually he throws a sex toy around.
“I can do that.”
…
Craig’s thumbs slip into Kyle’s asshole, spreading it apart, and Kyle groans into the mattress. “That’s enough.” he mumbles; the cock ring is tight around the base of his cock, and even if he wanted to come, he couldn’t. Craig’s put four fingers in him, and if he fingers him for any longer, he might literally explode. “I don’t need any more. Just put it in.”
“Put what in?” Craig asks. Kyle can hear the look on his face in his voice. “You need to use your words.” Two of his fingers dip into Kyle’s hole, and he groans. He can’t take this anymore.
“Your cock.” He spits out. “Your big cock. Just put it in me already. I can’t take this.”
“That’s better.” Craig says. Kyle hears the sound of ripping, and assumes it must be the condom wrapper; he imagines it slipping over Craig’s dick, and he’s not surprised he brings his own condoms to his hookups. The most commonly sold ones definitely wouldn’t fit. He hears the slick sound of lube gliding over the latex, and he tenses at the feeling of Craig’s thick cockhead against his rim; suddenly, he can’t focus on anything. His senses have narrowed down to the sensations directly impacting him; everything else is a blur.
Kyle waits for Craig to say ‘ready?’, or something along those lines, but he doesn’t; instead, he just starts to push. Kyle’s eyes widen, and his fingers tighten on the sheets; it’s too much, too much. He’s pushing, but getting nowhere; he won’t fit. Kyle’s so small, and Craig’s cock is so big; Kyle’s really bitten off more than he can chew with this one. It can’t fit.
But it does. Craig’s tip pops into him, and Kyle’s head goes all fuzzy; he bites down on a pillow to stifle his scream. He’s so thick, and it burns; it’s too much, too much, but Kyle wouldn’t dream of asking him to pull out. He hears a low, stuttery groan behind him; clearly, Craig likes the tight fit just as much as Kyle does.
“Fuck, Kyle.” Craig breathes; his hands grope for Kyle’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and Kyle hears him suck in a breath. He must look outright lewd like this, stretched to his limits, and the thought makes Kyle’s hips twitch, dragging his cock across the sheets; that turns out to be a mistake, the cock ring preventing him from any kind of release. Kyle can’t see what he looks like, but he’s sure his cock is red and angry; he needs to come, but he can’t. He wants to find out if Craig’s load size matches his dick size first.
He pushes deeper into him, and the noise Kyle lets out is outright animalistic; Craig withdraws an inch, and Kyle’s about to throw a fit before he thrusts again, slipping in deeper than before; every inch tears Kyle apart, opens him in a way he’s never felt before, and he can’t go back, he can’t. No other Grindr hookup will ever amount to this, the way that Craig slowly fits himself into him, the obscene sounds of his lube-slick cock gliding past Kyle’s tight entrance.
Time slows, or maybe speeds up; Kyle loses track of it as Craig sinks into him. Everything comes to a sudden stop when he feels his balls push up against his ass, and he groans; he’s full, fuller than he’s ever been. His ass is full, his dick feels full; if Craig pulled off the ring right now, he’d shoot off instantly.
“Oh my fucking God.” Kyle moans; he doesn’t realize he’s been clenching his jaw until Craig stops moving, and everything feels a little less intense. He unclenches, and it hurts, but it’s nothing in comparison to everything else going on with his body.
Craig snaps his hips back, and Kyle’s very briefly relieved, before he pushes back in; Kyle’s body arches along with him, pushing his ass back against him. It’s overwhelming, but so good; he’ll be sore for days, and that’s exactly what he wants. His cock throbs as Craig bottoms out again, and he feels fingers tighten on his waist, pulling him up; he fumbles to settle on his elbows and knees. With the new angle, Craig can push even deeper, and even the pillow isn’t enough to stifle his scream as Craig’s shaft glides over his prostate.
“Please,” Kyle chokes out, babbling by now. “Take it off. Take - the thing off. Take it off!”
Thankfully, Craig doesn’t pressure Kyle to say exactly what - instead, he fumbles between his legs, grasping the silicon ring and sliding it off. Kyle shoots off the second that the ring is off his base, covering the device in come; Craig groans, lowly, pushing his body harder down onto Kyle. He fucks him in rapid, shallow strokes, no longer concerned with Kyle’s pleasure, and Kyle feels him tense, his thrusts no longer rhythmic; he pushes fully inside of him before he comes, and Kyle can’t feel him finish inside of him, but he can feel the way come starts to drip out once he pulls out. It leaks down his thighs, and Kyle shudders.
“By the way,” Craig says, as he examines Kyle’s gaping ass, sitting back on his heels. “I lied. I’m not actually eight inches. I’m ten. I just didn't want to scare you off.”
“Fucker.” Kyle chokes out, mostly to avoid saying that if he had known, he might have wanted him even more.