Note: I have no idea how long this post will end up being, but this is probably one the most eventful weekends of my life for tons of reasons. I’ve waited for this moment for so long and if you were ever going to reblog one of my posts, it should be this.

For the past week or so, I’ve been texting this boy on and off that I met at a frat party last weekend. He isn’t a frat bro, but he’s 6′2″, Columbian, handsome as shit, funny, and plays soccer. For anonymity, I’ll call him Dan. He’s not the kind of guy I would normally go for, but he’s good conversation and with everything that’s been going on between me and my ex the past week, it’s been a huge relief to be able to connect with someone. I have zero romantic feelings towards him, but I’m absolutely physically attracted to him in a way that honestly caught me off guard at first. I think it was something about the way he looked me up and down when we first met, that he just gave off this carnal energy that made me flustered and confused.

Like every cute boy I talk to, I became a mess, stumbling over my words and accidentally making it very obvious I think he is hot. I wish I could give you all more details of that night and our initial interactions, but I was honestly wasted and don’t remember much more than briefly talking to him, then making out for pretty much the rest of the party.

I’ll stop the story here to mention that while my boyfriend and I are in a tough spot right now, I still have incredible emotional reserves for him and would not be doing any of this stuff had I not been entirely caught in the moment and swept off my feet by this dude. It was never my intention to do anything behind my boyfriend’s back, and none of this happened out of spite.

So the week goes on, and he continues to text me, and I only respond occasionally. I spent a few days after the party reflecting on what I really wanted and feeling bad about entertaining this guy purely out of my own loneliness and need to talk to somebody. During those few days, my boyfriend made it clear to me that he needed more time to think about our relationship, so I decided to just say fuck it and keep talking to Dan. As the week went on, I felt less and less bad about it and on thursday night Dan invited me to hang out at his apartment and watch Netflix that friday. I had LOTS of reservations at first about going through with anything, because I knew he probably had intentions of sleeping with me and I didn’t want to put myself in a potentially compromising situation. But after enough peer pressure from my girl friends and rationalizing with myself that I shouldn’t pass up this opportunity to at the very least spend an evening with someone I would have otherwise spent alone, even if it was just watching TV. 

In truth, when I got to his apartment I didn’t think we were actually going to do anything at first. His two roommates were home and they spent the first hour or so hanging out with us, asking us silly questions and just introducing themselves. A few times throughout, they subtly made jokes about Dan and I fucking and implied that it wouldn’t be easy at first, which embarassed the shit out of me but suddenly made it all I thought about while they talked. I only had maybe a drink or two, but Dan had a huge, expensive glass bong that he let me smoke out of and I got stupid high after coughing my ass off. Just shortly after we all smoked and finished the episode of Always Sunny, his roommates said they had a party to go to and promptly left me and Dan in the apartment alone. Almost immedialtely, he put his big, muscular arm around my dainty shoulders and I got pulled straight into his mouth as we started making out. It all happened in such a way where it swept me in the moment and I hardly had time to process any of it. I had so many thoughts rushing through my head and I thought about everything from what was about to happen to me to what my boyfriend would be thinking if he saw me like this, to how good his cologne smelled. I’m glad we made out simply for the fact that I would have been speechless and utterly unable to form proper sentences. I was wear a tight, mirco-length white dress that really hugged the shape of my body, and him running his big hands all over my sides and around on my ass as we made out started sending ripples of energy to my vag and quite honestly turned me on immediately. 

I hardly had time to process any of it before he grabbed my hand and put it straight on his basketball shorts, where once again I felt his soft dick and reconfirmed that holy shit, it’s BIG. Like, without question bigger than my boyfriend. Now granted, my boyfriend is more of a grower than a shower, but as soon as I felt his dick resting on his thigh, I knew I was in trouble. Obviously, as soon as I felt that, I cut to the chase and pulled his shorts down so I could finally know what I was working with. As soon as I did, my jaw DROPPED.

I pulled Dan’s penis out from his shorts and it was literally almost as big as my boyfriend is hard, but soft. Granted, Dan is taller than my boyfriend so I definitely expected him to be bigger, but not THAT big. I had no words. I had told him during the week that my boyfriend was the only person I’ve ever been with, so he knew that I had no experience even seeing a dick that big with my own eyes. I spent a good three/four minutes just holding it in my hands, looking at it then up at him watching me stare in disbelief. I could tell he was getting a kick out of it, but I seriously couldn’t control myself. It was so big. 

Then, it started getting hard. My hands were on it, and all of a sudden I could feel it swelling up, pulsing every few seconds with energy as it got bigger in my hands. It hit my boyfriend’s length quickly, and then continued to get bigger and bigger. My eyes were wide the entire time, and I couldn’t tell if it was because I was so high or what but I felt my heart start pounding each second it got bigger.

Once it was finally hard, it was legitimately the size of my wrist and I gasped when I stuck it next to it for comparison. Believe me guys, I wanted nothing more than to just take a picture of that right then and there to show you guys the size of it, but my phone died shortly after arriving at his house and I forgot my charger at home (he only has androids). Regardless, I was speechless, and knowing me, I had to ask him the first thing you’d probably expect me to ask: How big is it? 

Conveniently he had a ruler in the room and he let me measure him. It was just over 8 inches, like 8.1 or 8.2″. I thought it was going to be big, but I was shocked. His dick was the size of the dicks in a lot of the gifs I post, which I thought would honestly never happen to me. It was rock hard, had big, thick veins running along it that I kept feeling with my fingers like a blind person reading braille. Since he’s Colombian he’s tan and his penis was a beautiful shade of light brown that gave it a more exotic look than my boyfriend’s dick. After I was swept up in the initial shock and awe of his penis, my mind immediately drifting towards the challenge on the horizon: How was I ever going to fit this thing inside of me?

I started getting more nervous as I realized I have no idea what to do with a dick that big to keep it from impaling me, so I told him straight up that I’ve never been with anything that big and we would probably have to be extremely slow and careful. He told me to rest easy and to trust he knows what he’s doing, which both relieved me and instantly made me wet. I was still nervous and trying to stall it in any way I could, though, so I tried to give him a blowjob first. His dick was circumcised, and the head was big enough that it was literally a struggle to get my mouth past it. Part of me blames myself for not practicing any deepthroating techniques, but I did not think this boy’s dick was going to be this big. I gagged, had a hard time keeping my teeth off it, and eventually had to give up. He didn’t take it harshly, and actually said it was hot that I couldn’t even fit it inside my mouth. I shrugged, but before I could respond he picked me up in his arms and carried me to his bed in the room over (another major turn on, that’s something my boyfriend has never done to me). He laid me down, helped me unzip my dress and spent a good 10 minutes just looking up and down at my naked body, taking time to feel every curve and crevice and study me. It was honestly one of the hottest things a guy has ever done to me, especially since I knew I was the reason his big dick was hard, throbbing, and dripping with precum as he looked at me. He flipped me over and started grabbing and kneading my ass, spanking it and just appreciating the shape of it. My butt has definitely gotten bigger and wider over the past few months, and my boyfriend has hardly commented on it, but other guys have definitely taken notice.

He flips me over again, and without a word in between he begins to pull me legs apart and eat me out. Now, my boyfriend is actually pretty good at eating me out, and that’s something I’ve always given him props for. Even though I haven’t came from intercourse, he can almost always make me cum with oral. Dan however, just had a tongue that felt… different. It was wider, and had a bit more force behind it so as it ran up and down my clit, it hit the nerves in a way I never felt before. It wasn’t any better or wose than my boyfriend, just… different. In a welcoming way. After a few minutes, his tongue sent me over the edge and I came from it. That’s typically when my boyfriend would switch to actually fucking me, but Dan kept his head low and grabbed me by the hips as I came. When I was done spazzing out, he just went straight back at it and continued to eat me out. My clit was ridiculously sensitive, and I was twitching and jerking the entire him, only being held down to the bed by his big hands gripping my hips. In less time than the first one, I came again.

I was shaking, sweating, and already out of breath. His tongue felt so good alone that it almost felt like I had had an entire sex session already… and that’s when he decided to bring out the dick. Luckily, I was already soaking wet from him eating me out, or it probably would have been a nightmare trying to fit it inside me. I told him to go incredibly slow, and with deep breaths, he pushed the head of his huge cock inside of me. I immediately almost screamed and gripped the bed sheets, as I had never felt that kind of pressure and pain in my vagina in my life. Once he told me he got the head in, I thought he was lying, because it felt like I was already being torn apart. His dick even just resting on my small frame before it went inside me looked like it was going to have a hard time fitting. I honestly don’t know how girls my size do it.

It hurt so much, I started to panic and told him that this might not work. He assured me it will and we took a break to smoke more for a few minutes. Back on the couch, he just sat there with his dick pointing up and said we should probably try it in cowgirl first. I obliged, and got up on top of him and tried lowering myself slowly over his dick. I don’t know if it was the weed or what, but I felt like I had much more control over letting it inside me, and about two minutes later I managed to actually lower down onto it as much as I could without it punching my cervix (which also hurt, holy shit). I literally felt like I was sitting on top of a fire hydrant or something, like no dick that big was ever meant to fit in a girl my size. But once I began to raise myself off it… holy shit. The sudden friction in my vagina, and the feeling of all that pressure and energy suddenly moving in the opposite direction felt incredible.  Don’t get me wrong, it still hurt, but added to the pain was some weird, fantastic feeling of ecstasy. Almost like every single nerve in my vagina was all being hit at the same time, including my g-spot.

Slowly, without him moving, I began to work my hips on him and get into a nice rhythm on his dick. At that moment, I had a literal epiphany where I suddenly completely understand everything everyone has ever said to me about why they love big dicks. That raw, primal feeling of just being filled all the way, getting just… fucked, without him putting in any effort was just so sexy and so hot. The amount of pressure and energy I felt radiating from my vagina throughout my entire body just from the sheer size of his penis felt so completely different than how my boyfriend fucks me. Even when sex with my boyfriend is amazing and he does everything right, the feeling and sensation in my vagina just isn’t as…. challenging as Dan’s bigger dick felt. I can still see how a guy with a smaller dick could do a better job in bed than a bigger dude that’s completely clueless, but I now firmly believe that even a mediocre big dick feels physically better than a “good” smaller one. Now obviously there’s exceptions to that, but I fully believe that the bigger the size difference is, the more of a difference this makes.

Sitting on the couch still, I rode his dick for probably a good five minutes before the pain of the size started to subside and the physical pleasure began to really exceed it. More and more, it was beginning to hurt less and instead just feel absolutely fucking amazing. After a few more minutes, the pressure building in my body hit absolute maximum, and I lost control of my legs completely. I was shaking violently on his dick, having one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. I screamed. Literally. I’m surprised his next door neighbors didn’t knock on our door, because I shrieked bloody murder as I came, his penis just made my entire physical being explode into rainbows and supernovas. I have never experienced anything like that. 

After basically regaining consciousness, he picked me up off the couch as I held onto his shoulders, and he began to fuck me while holding me midair in his arms like the gifs I post. That feeling of complete lack of control in the hands of a sexually experienced man was one of the sexiest feelings ever, and I came a second time in his arms. I couldn’t believe what was happening. 

At that point, he brought me back to the bedroom and we kept fucking for probably another 10 minutes at least, in everything from doggy to missionary to reverse cowgirl. I found that the positions where I have more control over my hips tend to feel a little less intense, and I could tell he was so into me being on top of him. He was way stronger and more aggressive and dominant than my boyfriend, though that’s something I expected from someone much more athletic. His stamina was incredible, and he literally kept going even well past my “breaking point”. After cumming again TWICE (that’s four in total), I was physically, emotionally, and spiritually drained. I felt like my insides were completely rearraged, and had to stop fucking to just finish him off with two hands on his cock. He shot his load onto my face (something I’ve only ever done once with my boyfriend), and handed me a towel to clean myself off. It was honestly pretty degrading but also incredibly hot?? He was nice enough to let me pass out in his bed, and made breakfast for me before ubering me back to my dorm. When I got home, I spent probably two hours just reeling in pain and looking at my busted ass in the mirror reflecting on the fact that I just had the craziest sex of my entire life. Note that I said crazy, and not best. While physically, it was LEAGUES beyond anything my body has ever experienced with my boyfriend, it still had that lack of emotional bond that I feel like is required to really call it the “best” sex of your life. But fuck man, it felt fucking good. 

So yeah, I really hope that this is something I’ll be able to put behind me and not feel bad about if my boyfriend and I end up working things out, but until then, here’s hoping that one day when I no longer feel like I need crutches to walk, I can get a second night stand with Dan. And until then, I can at least sleep well at night knowing that a real life big dick actually feels like. Incredible.

I know I couldn’t cover possibly every detail of that night in this post because it was be an entire book’s length, but don’t hesitate to ask me questions about it. I think I can now safely call myself a true size queen (especially since it completely exceeded my expectations).