Glamour Shots, Chapter 15 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 15

... lot bigger?” “Somewhat, yes. Thickness, especially. I also had one boyfriend that was smaller than Oscar – quite a bit smaller. I can definitely tell a very nice difference between the way yours feels and the way he felt, for example; huge difference!” “Is this where I do my Tarzan yell and drag you off to my cave?” She chuckled and wriggled against me. “Tarzan didn’t live in a cave.” “Whatever. What did you think the first time you saw it – the little guy, I mean?” She laughed. “This is terrible, but my first thought was that it must get a lot bigger when it got hard…then I realized that he was already hard!” “Ouch! That stings – what did you say?” “Nothing. I tried to pretend it was all good…normal. I really struggled not to laugh – not at him, but at myself because I’d thought he’d get bigger before I realized…” She shrugged in my arms. “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt his feelings; I know how sensitive you guys are.” “I’m glad you didn’t laugh – for his sake. Is that why you broke up with him, his tiny cock?” “No. Well, not entirely anyway. I mean, he was a nice guy, but the sex wasn’t very good – but it wasn’t just because he was small. The problem was, he didn’t do anything to compensate for it!” “You mean…?” “Yeah - if he’d been at all generous in bed, or imaginative, or creative, or even made an effort…but he wasn’t. He never did. Not like you. You’ve got a great cock - plenty big enough - and have nothing to compensate for, and yet you still like to do all kinds of ...

... other fun stuff!” I laughed. “My talented tongue, you mean.” “Well yes, that’s part of it, but also all kinds of other sexy touching and exploring. He wasn’t like that, and, coupled with his dinky dick, he was a total dud.” “Too bad for him; he’ll never know what he’s missing! How about the guys who were bigger than me? Did they feel really different inside you…I mean, could you really tell?” She didn’t answer right away. When she did, I could tell she was trying to be sensitive to my feelings, but honest. “Yes, of course it feels different – fuller, I suppose. They filled me up more, which feels... good, I guess. Really good - but it’s not everything. It’s hard to describe to anyone without a vagina.” I laughed. “I suppose that’s true – like I can’t explain to you what it feels like to come the way a guy does, or to have my balls fondled or sucked on. A guy like Michael, though…” I felt her shudder against me. “There’s such a thing as too much of a good thing, Davey; I think that if Michael wasn’t very gentle, or tried to move too fast, without a long, slow lead-up, he might be very uncomfortable for a woman. Painful, even; he’s so huge.” “No argument from me on that score! But if he went slow, and was gentle, then you might enjoy it?” “Speculate all you want, but we’ll never know, will we?” “I would hope not!” I turned that image in my head for a few seconds, aware that she had not really answered my question. Couldn’t help it. Forged ahead. “Were any of your prior guys ...