Jack and The Fat Man Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Jack and The Fat Man Pt. 02

... right to feel proud. If he had a cock like Arnold's, he would brag too. Nobody would look at him and laugh. Nobody would wiggle their little finger and call him "peewee" or "girlyboy." But he didn't have a cock like Arnold's. This cock, Arnold's cock, was wider than his was long. He couldn't even begin to fathom what it would be like to have a cock as big, as thick, as hairy and as beautiful as the one one he was looking at.

For the first time in what seemed like an age, Jack spoke. "H....hold it?" he stuttered. "But......this......I'm....." Words wouldn't form. Jack couldn't think straight.

"Ain't no use just looking at it, Jack. Start with my balls if you like," he encouraged.

He didn't even contemplate he had any choice because his hand was already moving. Tentatively reaching out, Jack cupped Arnold's scrotum, the coarse hairs tickling his palm. It felt warm and humid and his balls felt heavy and big, filling his whole hand easily. The comparison to his own tiny hairless sack was......well, there really was no comparison. Arnold's cock twitched lazily and a string of glistening precum fell to rest just above Jack's wrist, momentarily linking them together before breaking at the tip and falling to his forearm.

"Mmmm, that's nice, Jack," the old man groaned. "Can you feel the weight? Give them a gentle squeeze. Get a feel for them."

So Jack squeezed, gently rolling the balls around in his hand. He was fascinated by the squidgy sensation and the way they ...

... moved independently, but it was the size and weight that really fascinated him. More precum fell onto his arm, stringing then breaking and pooling on his skin, before slowly rolling down towards the crevice of his elbow.

"Feels good don't it, Jack," Arnold said. "You'll never forget holding a man's bollocks for the first time."

It did feel good. It felt really good. Better than he could have anticipated. Jack's excitement was at boiling point too. This should have felt wrong, but it didn't and his stomach fluttered wildly. This was so much better than he'd felt a week ago with......'her.' His tiny cock and balls ached so, so badly. Arnold was right. He would never forget this moment.

"Now, Jack," he heard the old man say. "Why don't you put your hand on it."

As he took hold, Jack's version of what a cock truly felt like changed forever. Unlike his own, where a finger and thumb were really the only digits he could use, with this cock he had to use his whole hand. Even then, as he wrapped his fingers around it, they weren't able to meet his thumb. His touch was so gentle, he could actually feel that thick vein pulsing in his palm. He could also feel a thick ridge running along the underside that seemed to perfectly fit the crevice between his thumb and forefinger. The skin was soft and velvety, enveloping the thick, swollen, hard yet spongy muscle underneath throbbing in his grip. It felt so......powerful. It was completely alien to him. A sensation he could never ...