A True Tale of Two Big Dicks

 When old Jesse first spoke to me, he was standing right beside me, at the local filling station's washroom.


Jesse's real dick, soft, with all that slurking foreskin wrinkled up.

"Sure is coming down!"

"What? I just came in it's hot and sultry!"

He assured me it "just hit" and he was gonna take his time pissin', waiting for a lull.

"I guess it's not going to be a squirt and run, for me either."

He'd stopped pissin' a long time back. His wrinkly foreskinned milking was, showy, and extensive. He started elongating.

We were alone, and I said, "Oh! See what you've  done?"

He said, "You ain't  seen nothing, yet." His dick was originally a super wrinkly 3 1/2", when we started. It was up to 5 or 6 now, about my size.

(I'm 5 3/4" day in day out, hard or soft same length, same angle. It's why I show off my balls.)

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"Just how far do we wanna take this?" Reaching over, and tugging some nuggets.

He steadily stroked forward, backwards, with it already developing some girth, it was approaching the 9 inch realm.

"Say, you've got quite a gift!" I complimented. 

"It's not there yet." He corrected.

I grabbed the shaft, and felt the slackened, and still spongy, shaft skin smoothly slide back and forth, eventually pulling back to see the shiny head.

He resumed his steady stroking. It ultimately was rock solid and completely wrinkle free, at 11 1/2", the hood barely stretching over the head.



"Jesse, that's the biggest dang dick in the whole county."

I cupped it from below cradling his cantilevered cock. About to bend forward for a taste.

(Wooden scraping) The door opened, a guy came in and passed us, pissing loudly into a toilet..

He put his hand on the back of my head, ...with a little force.

I took the hint. I bent down and slipped the end into my mouth.

The noisy toilet piss was just relenting, and Jesse flushed his urinal.

I stood back up, wishing I had free time to get the spurt. 

He packed his massive trudgeon back into his jeans.

I turned around dork out, flushed my urinal.

The noisy pisser was walking back passed, but, not before he saw me, meat out, in the middle of tucking my shirt.

(Above all 100% true, except Jesse's name)

Loud Pisser never got a glimpse of Jesse's impressive shaft.

But, I shot a backwards feelzy, to see how he was cumming along, and Jesse playfully swatted my hand away.

He comes in the bank, with his Car Wash proceeds, and I slip inuendos every chance I get.

"Howdy Mr. Taylor,"

"What's in the basket, for today?"

"Hi. You giving me a deposit today?"

"You have a big one?" (Wink)

"Just normal today," he depressedly replied.

At the conclusion of his transaction,  I'd end with, "Thank You Mr. Taylor, You have a good one!"

Getting that long shit hard, at 60? He sure does have a good one!

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The  biggest dick I ever saw, in real life, belonged to a Day-Trucker (well, he didn't have a sleeper, just a white day cab.)



He was at a rest stop on I-95 between King's Dominion, and Alexandria (Southbound, the rest stop's  ramps are like a paperclip...you know the one.)

I stepped in to the cool-tiled, empty room, and with no modesty screens, took my choice of a pisser about 1/3 the way in...I hung out a while, and soon noticed a stall door creaked open.

 There was a short blond guy, about 25, peeking out.

So I checked, and nobody was coming in, and I turned my hips, gave the fella  a meat show, balls and all, and smiled.

The slight, if cute, runt creaked the door wider and showed his erection 45° angled upwards, litterally (not figuratively) the  length and girth-size of my forearm, with a dick head the size of a small fist.



A small set of nuggets looked even smaller, all snagged up against that large shaft.

He gave it some strokes and I had just  turned my foot to join him, as the doorway dimmed, [$#!+] he shut the stall, a kid complained, "I wanna pee with Daddy!"

A father and his son entered, the dad stepped one urinal past me, but, the kid came in between us, I casually put everything  away, and left.

Soon runt, which I had hoped would  come over to the coffee-machine, where I was waiting, hiked past with some heavy-duty package-waddle displayed. 

I decided to chase him down and talk to him at his vehicle.

But he was halfway to the truck lot, and as I reached its curb, he fired up the truck and slipped it in gear.

Ever since, white day-cabs have been sexy turn ons!

(100% true)

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