Carolina cock

By Max Mann 
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Kerry Collins walked into the ballroom of the Charlotte Hilton to a big ovation. As quarterback of the Carolina Panthers, he'd led the team to the NFC Championship game, and things looked good for next season as well. His popularity ensured the autograph signing session would be a big hit, although he wasn't the only Panther there. Kevin Greene, his defensive teammate, was also signing, as were NASCAR racers, pro wrestlers, and several basketball players, not only from the Hornets but former players from UNC, NC State, Wake Forest, and Duke.

He walked to the long table where he and Kevin would sign pictures, footballs, posters, etc. for the next couple of hours.

He liked being admired by all his fans, even though he knew fame was fleeting. He could be injured tomorrow and be forced into retirement, so he was thankful for every moment like this. Plus the guaranteed fee he was receiving wouldn't hurt.

After the signing was done, Kevin turned to him and said quietly, “So you comin' over to my place later? I got this lady friend who's dying to meet you. I told her all about you.”

“You didn't tell her…” Kerry choked on his words.

“Sure I did. Why? I don't get you, man. You got that giant piece of meat swinging between your legs, and you're all shy about it. Shit, if I had that dong of yours, I'd be banging more women than Wilt Chamberlain.”

Kerry had never felt comfortable about the size of his dick.

He'd first realized how big he was back in high school, when all the guys on the team would joke about it. They'd ask him if he was from Nantucket, if his mother warned him not to run with a hardon or else he'd poke his eye out, if his dad was Secretariat. He once saw a picture of a guy who tied his penis in a knot, so he did that, but it became very uncomfortable, especially when he had to untie it in order to piss. Although he never got a hardon, which was a benefit, since he needed to straighten his leg whenever the cock snaked its way down hard. He wore boxers, since the bulge when he wore briefs looked like he'd stuffed a melon into it, and loose baggy pants in dark colors that would hide the outline of his dick. He wished he didn't have to wear jockstraps, for the same reason, but those were a necessary evil.

And forget sex. Very few girls could accomodate the girth, much less the length. However, he was never lacking for people, both guys and girls, who were interested in jerking his huge cock off. He loved the feeling of another person's hands (in some cases, more than one set of them) caressing his big dong to orgasm. And what orgasms!

His balls, which grew as big as oranges when aroused, could produce a copious amount of jism. Once, the punter from his high school team jerked his dick into an empty milk bottle, and he was able to fill it to the 3/4 level. Everyone wanted to measure it, but a ruler would not do. They used tape measures to find out that Kerry measured an eye-popping 21 1/4 inches long and 8 inches around! But that was in high school. Since then, it grew another inch longer and half an inch thicker.

Kerry said, “Look, if it's all right with you, I'll pass.”

Kevin said, “Now that's a first. A quarterback making a pass. Fine, but if you change your mind, you know where to reach me.”

He left Kerry, who went to the hotel bar. He didn't feel like partying, but wanted to wind down. The bar patrons cheered as he walked in, and someone from the bar offered to buy him a drink.

He accepted a scotch and soda and made small talk with several fans.

He turned around and noticed a very tall, handsome man with several women surrounding him. It took him a while for him to recognize the current star of the Atlanta Hawks, former Duke star and Dream Teamer Christian Laettner. Christian suddenly looked up and their eyes locked for a short time. Kerry suddenly felt uncomfortable, feeling as if he was staring, which he was. He cocked his head, inviting him to join them.

When he joined them, Christian shook his hand, a strong firm grip like he'd need to hold onto the basketball. The women didn't recognize him at first, although they later agreed he was quite the hunk. Christian introduced Kerry to them, and they began flirting incessantly. Kerry knew about women like them; they were known around the locker room as the Panther Pussy Posse. He had many offers from these women, and even took some daring ones up.

Some he was successful with, but many were frightened by his size.

He wondered whether Christian or other basketball players had similar problems. He had no idea how big their cocks were, but surely there had to be at least one person who was as big as he.

He hated thinking he could have the biggest cock in the state, or even the country.

During the conversation, talk turned to agents, and Kerry discovered he and Christian were represented by the same agency.

Wanting to talk business, Christian asked the ladies if he'd leave them alone to talk. They agreed, and later disappeared when it became apparent they weren't going to get either one of them in bed tonight. One of them mentioned how big Kerry's cock is, but another said Christian's number 32 really stands for the number of inches his cock is…limp.

Christian and Kerry sat down at a private booth and began discussing the troubles of being famous, not realizing what else they had in common between their legs. Kerry found it easy to talk to Christian; he wasn't as arrogant as the media portrayed him.

After all, he was a talented player who was used to winning and wanted to stay a winner. Kerry finished his drink and asked for another, and another, and another. They lost track of time, and by the time the hotel bar was ready to close Kerry was obviously intoxicated. Christian hadn't drunk nearly as much, and noticed Kerry's state. When Kerry stood, he stumbled and almost fell.

Christian reached out and grabbed him before Kerry hit the ground. He lifted him up and asked him, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine,” Kerry said as he stumbled again.

“No, you're not. And you're in no shape to drive.”

“Sure I am.”

“No. Now give me your car keys. I'll call you a taxi.”

“I'm staying at the hotel.”

Christian looked at him surprised. “I thought you lived here.”

“Not during off-season. Besides, some guys I hired are repainting some of the rooms. The fumes make me sick.”

“Okay, then let me take you to your room.”

Kerry didn't want to argue, so they walked tipsily to the elevator. Christian pressed his floor; Kerry remarked they were staying on the same one, which had only two suites. Christian smiled, and Kerry thought he was really handsome. He then realized, to his shock, that his dick was hardening. He quickly thought of unerotic things in order to soften his dick, not wanting Christian to notice.

But Christian glanced down at the same time Kerry's dick started to stiffen. He saw the twitch near the knee and recognized it from his own experiences. Christian thought about how he had to wear baggy shorts that went past his knee with a pouch built into the leg that would contain his huge cock. He remembered that he made the Dream Team over Shaq not just because of his talent, but one of his coaches was a size queen. One look at his dick and that was all he needed to make the team. He remembered the stunned looks on their faces when they saw him naked for the first time. That was another reason why he wasn't so popular. After all, why should they like a guy with a dick bigger than several of theirs put together?

They were all jealous that he had it all; looks, talent, and maybe the biggest cock in the world.

Christian wasn't averse to all-male action, knowing a dick like his deserved to be worshipped by those who weren't so lucky.

Sure he liked women too, but with a cock like his he learned early on how to treat a dick. He could suck his own dick very easily, and liked the taste of his cum. But he'd yet to find a dick that would satisfy him the same as his could. Seeing the jump in Kerry's pants piqued his interest, and he was determined to see what he had between his legs. Christian opened the door to Kerry's room and brought him to the bed. The alcohol was hitting harder now, and Kerry wasn't sure what was happening. Was Christian undressing him? He tried to speak, but suddenly he felt a hot mouth on his. He responded in kind, pressing his lips wetly. Their mouths separated and each other's tongues darted in and out. They were both breathing heavily as they tore each other's clothes off. Christian was the first to glimpse the magnificent manhood between Kerry's legs. He knew it was over a foot long, as several inches peeked past the leg of his boxers. Christian threw the boxers down and looked at the trimmed thatch of brown pubes that made the cock look bigger. His balls impressed Christian most; he wished his testicles were more in proportion to his cock.

Christian threw Kerry onto the bed and kissed the cock at the sensitive point on the underside where the head meets the shaft. He continued kissing the shaft as Kerry moaned loudly. It quickly grew thanks to Christian's expert mouth. He took the thick shaft with one hand and pumped the slick shaft. He licked the big balls with relish, finally finding the dick of his dreams. Christian looked up at the erection and brought it down to Kerry's body, where it reach the base of his pecs. He brought it back up and opened his mouth. Kerry gasped as he saw the head of his big cock entering Christian's mouth.

No one had ever attempted to suck it, and now this hot stud was taking inch after inch of his hard, fat, schlong into his mouth, down his throat. The feelings of pleasure were too intense for him, and he couldn't hold back as he yelled and shot his thick cum into Christian's orifice. Christian amazed him even further by drinking every drop of cum. Kerry believed that nothing could top this, but he was in for a surprise himself.

Christian said, “Now it's your turn.” Kerry raised himself from the beg and undid his pants. He was surprised to find Christian wore no underwear, and saw a thick thatch of light-brown pubes. He brought the pants down slowly, and inch after inch of cock came into view. Kerry was stunned when he realized the pants were down to his knee and he still hadn't seen the head! He let the pants fall, and he felt faint when he saw Christian's cock reached down to the top of his calf muscles. Christian lifted it up with one hand, and at least a foot still showed from his fist.

Christian started slapping his dick against Kerry's face; this action always got him hard. Kerry grabbed it with both hands and started smothering it with saliva. He'd never thought he'd find a dick as big as his own, but facing one so much bigger he lost himself in lust. Christian urged him on as the dick slowly stiffened. It didn't get much longer when hard, but it still measured over a yard long…a whopping 38 1/2 inches long and 10 inches around. But that was before…

“Hold on, I'll be right back,” he said, leaving Kerry confused and frustrated. He appeared a minute later holding some big tube-like contraption, which he soon realized was a dick pump.

He'd never seen one so big, and he figure Christian had it custom made for himself. “Watch this,” Christian said as he slipped his dong into the tube and turned on a switch. Instantly the giant cock began growing. Kerry's eyes got wide as he saw the dick quickly reach the 3 1/2 foot mark. It swelled further, the veins bulging obscenely as it reached over 4 feet. “I'm not done yet,” he said smiling as Kerry drooled. In less than five minutes, the dick reached the end of the 5 foot tube. Christian threw the tube off, grabbed his belt, and tied it at the base of his cock.

Christian had been pumping his cock since high-school, and used one constantly during those days. He'd outgrown one then, and a rich gay friend gave him his first custom-built one, which helped him grow to 2 1/2 feet long when hard. But this wasn't enough for him, and soon he needed one that reached a yard in length, then 4 feet. Christian didn't even pay for the last one when he went directly to the factory. When they saw, and enjoyed, the giant dong between his legs, they knew they had to make the biggest one ever for him. But even this might not have been enough for Christian. Lately he'd been thinking about getting a 6 foot pump. He loved the idea of having a cock taller than most people.

Kerry took hold of the gargantuan cock and licked it furiously. He slid his tongue into the gaping piss slit and tasted the delicious precum. All four hands stroked the mighty 5 foot schlong and soon Christian was cumming all over Kerry.

His hair, face, chest, abs…all were drenched in Christian cum.

He took the belt off and lifted the shrinking dick to his mouth, licking the fat head.

Kerry's dick jumped to full hardon as he watched Christian in his act of self-sucking. Christian saw this, grabbed the dick, and slipped the pump over it. He flipped the switch, and Kerry felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. His dick quickly passed the 2 foot mark, and inched its way up the tube. Soon he had 2 1/2, then 3, and it still wasn't stopping. Finally, it levelled off at the 3 1/2 foot mark, at which point Christian did the same to Kerry's cock that he did with his own. Kerry held his newly giant cock and brought it to his lips. Christian got on top of him, his own huge dick sliding between their legs. They each kissed and licked the monstrous shaft, totally lost in their own world. This time when Kerry came, Christian couldn't drink all the warm fluid, and it spilled down his chin. Kerry licked it off, and they kissed again.

Kerry said, “Thank you. Thank you for the most wonderful experience of my life.”

Christian said, “It was my pleasure.”

They spent the night together, wrapped in each other's arms.

Christian wanted to take Kerry's dick up his ass, but he declined, afraid of hurting Christian. They spent at least 30 minutes in the shower together, with at least half of it soaping up each other's hardons to ejaculation. Kerry and Christian made an agreement to be with each other whenever one or the other was in town. And one month later, Kerry received a big package in the mail. He thought it might be a bouquet of roses, but he when he opened the letter, he smiled.

“Kerry, I had it made for you from the same company I got mine. Can't wait to see the results. Love, Christian.”

And he went to right to work on becoming as much of a man as his magnificent horse-cocked lover.


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