This is a quick story of how my concept of dick size was put way out of proportion and then back to normal. When I was a teenager and very much a virgin, a guy my age made me feel super inadequate by showing off his giant flaccid cock in the locker rooms. Other guys were egging him on as he did the helicopter, slapped it against his belly button with no hands and just generally put everyone else to shame. Massive swinging balls too, and all I could think was that with guys like him out there how could I have ever hoped to have sex one day? He was a head shorter than me, but ripped, popular, confident, although the latter two hardly seemed surprising given the full-grown huge man’s cock he had even as a kid.

I barely watched porn in my adolescence and rarely touched myself either, I was just not a super sexual guy until I was about 19 and lost my virginity, before quickly exploring everything and realising I was bi. I had a lot of fun with a lot of different people and soon realised I had a pretty massive penis from all the reactions I got, and all the other men I outsized. Still, I thought, if I grow from my flaccid size to so much bigger, someone like him must grow to twice my size. And besides, the men I was sleeping with were all bottoms, so I assumed that they were tiny anyway.

When I was 22, swiping through Grindr one day I saw him. Although we hadn’t been super close way back, I couldn’t have forgotten him, and sure enough one of his pictures showed his monstrous bulge just subtly enough that some people mesmerised by his rock-hard abs might have missed the baby arm in his pants. It didn’t take long to match, to my excitement, and I tried to avoid being awkward about having noticed the elephant trunk in the room, commenting about the “hung” tag he had in his profile. After we exchanged albums, he was still teasingly hiding his cock, and I mentioned I remembered him, to which he responded that he remembered me and how much he loves tall guys.

Eager to meet up, I proposed he come to mine as I had a free house over the long weekend. He came to my door and I felt my heart beating in my throat, thinking about everything I’d love to do with him. He came in, and the first thing that struck me was how short he still was. I leant down for a kiss and felt his strong hands on my waist, sending goosebumps down my back. I was not used to feeling so submissive and I had never bottomed before, but I had prepared physically and mentally to be turned inside out by a cock that had intermittently been on my mind for years.

I offered him some water and after exchanging small talk we threw something dumb on Netflix and cuddled up on the couch, soon wrapping our legs around each other, touching each other’s chests and making out, his soft lips felt so perfect against mine. As we held each other close and ground our hips together he paused and said “I’m sorry, I’m super nervous, you’re really sexy and I haven’t really been with many guys before…”. “You have nothing to apologise for, you tell me whatever you’re comfortable with…” I slowly ran my fingers down his perfect rippling muscular abs towards the fly of his jeans “is this okay?” He nodded and I slowly reached my hands in and kissed him softly.

The feeling of his warm, smooth foreskin in my hand excited me so much, my heart pounding and my hard cock throbbing. “Can I play with him?” I asked, looking up as he lay back “oh yes, get me hard, please”. Shit, I thought, this thick fucking cock isn’t even hard yet, he really must grow colossal. I slowly stroked him and could feel it start to throb as he moaned. His foreskin grew tighter and his penis seemed to extend halfway to his knees, getting harder until it pointed straight up to the ceiling and I could fit both of my big hands on the shaft with a tiny bit of his glans sticking out the top. I helped him all the way out of his pants and his big swinging balls hung all the way down onto the couch and looked like they could’ve dangled even lower. His thick, ginger bush would’ve diminished the size of any lesser cock but on him it just emphasised his manliness and smelled like domination.

After a bit more stroking, I asked if I could put it in my mouth, to which he nodded and after a surprisingly short time, he absolutely filled my mouth with what felt like a firehose of hot, sticky cum which I barely managed to swallow. We cuddled for a little bit before heading to my bed, where we got to a bit of playful wrestling, and with his superior strength he bent me down into a submissive doggy style position. I quickly obliged when he asked me to take off my shorts and he spread one of my cheeks with one hand, my hole almost stretching open as he wet his fingers and began loosening me up. I gave him some lube and felt the slippery head of his cock pressed against my hole.

Patiently, he pushed into me and I felt his foreskin roll back and his glans squeeze in, centimetre by centimetre every stroke gradually until the whole thickness of the head, then slowly more and more of his shaft until I felt his body pressed against my cheeks and his pendulous balls swung and kissed the back of my penis. After a little longer, he began pushing harder, faster, really stretching me out until I felt his thickness throb and he came deep inside me. I was too caught up to have even worried about protection and clearly he was too. I want to shower while he washed his cock in the sink and we fell asleep back on my bed, with me as the little spoon feeling his superhuman softie between my ass cheeks.

The next morning we woke up and I began to gently fondle his gigantic balls while stroking his rock-hard morning wood. I could only just touch my fingertips around his massive girth and he reached down to return the favour when he smiled in surprise. He hadn’t yet seen or touched my dick in person. He reached over and turned on the light, and audibly gasped. “Wow I didn’t expect you to be as big as me! Sorry, I’ve only been with a few guys and they were all tiny, but swore they were average haha” he said. We pressed our cocks together and frotted with a hand each, which got me obscenely hard. He was still a good inch longer than me and his balls dwarfed mine but to my surprise I was slightly girthier than him. It was a strange realisation for both of us, particularly that our past partners hadn’t even been small, but that we were both blessed. I also learned what a shower is, and that his flaccid monster grew a lot less than my big-time grower, that I used to hide in urinals out of shame. He decided he wanted to try bottom for me, and so in a kind of “cowgirl” position he rode and stretched over me, his balls dragging up and down my shaft as he slowly took more of me. It was indescribably hot, seeing his long swinging cock wave back and forth up so tall in the air as we moved together until we both fired loads all over my chest.

Sparing you all the details, we had an incredible weekend of sex, cuddles, showers and naps on repeat and stayed in touch, hooking up a few more times a month for the better part of a year before he moved away for work. It kinda still makes me laugh that it took fucking the guy who was basically responsible for my dick size body dysmorphia to make me realise I was really blessed.