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Is bigger really better?

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Is bigger really better? by DesIf you read the next story by Eddie you'll find out how I come to be writing this.When Trev and Cieron asked me on the way back from school if I enjoyed wanking, the real truth is that I considered myself an expert at it. As a small boy I only had my dad and my gran at home. My mother died soon after I was born and my father, who was also an only child, asked his mother (then about 60) to come and take care of me. He never remarried, never talked to me about my mother and we were a rather serious and adult household. I have a photo of myself aged about 5, staring solemnly at the camera through thick-lensed spectacles. There wasn't much fun in our house. In her old-fashioned way Gran always called me Desmond but to the rest of the world and to myself I was Des. I was very tall for my age and I was a swot at school. Maybe I didn't get much teasing because of my unusual background and maybe the teachers were sorry for me - I don't know. It was when I moved to secondary school and had to do PE and Games lessons that I discovered I was also extremely large between the legs compared with other boys. In fact I got so embarrassed by them gathering round to look at me that I invented excuses to avoid Games and I hated having to take a shower. I discovered about wanking when I was about 12 and by 14 huge changes had happened to my body. I justified to myself what I was doing by thinking that if God had given me such a big dick, he must have meant it to be used. I found if I stopped from cumming on the first tightening sensation AND the second, then when I came on the third wave I got the best possible orgasm. Going beyond the third time didn't improve the feeling and I produced so much juice that I had to keep a box of tissues handy in a drawer by my bed to mop up with. My gran must have thought I had an awful lot colds !After Trev and Cieron stopped me that time I thought of their suggestion about meeting them and liked the idea. It would be fun to find out how other boys performed. And it was ! After Cieron left for Ireland Trev and I met a few times. He was a quiet and very reliable friend and I felt completely safe with him. When we both got the grades to go to University - me to London and Trev to our home town - we probably thought that sex between us was over, but this was not to be, as you will discover if you read on. I read Computer Science at Uni and enjoyed life in London. In my second year I met a girl, very poised and knowledgeable, who fancied me. She was sexually experienced whereas I had never been with a girl before. When she seduced me she was amazed at my size and I was worried that I would not be able to fit inside her, but she took my dick and put it inside her with no trouble at all and the rest was so natural and easy that, not knowing how to practise my "three phase technique" I came off very quickly. I think she was disappointed because although she tried it three or four more times with me she soon dropped me for a guy I thought rather "rougher" than me and I was very depressed. So depressed, in fact, that I made an appointment with a Counsellor to see if I could get any guidance about my sexual orientation. I liked girls but felt shy with them, and I had enjoyed sex with Trevor. He isn't gay and I feel sure that even after our holiday in France (see later) he'll find Miss Wright waiting for him somewhere. Anyway, my Counsellor (who turned out to be a lady!) listened to me and asked various questions, some of them quite embarrassing, like how often did I masturbate and what did I fantasize about while I did so. I tried to answer these honestly, saying "Sometimes - no particular pattern" and that I wasn't consciously fantasizing so much as concentrating on the best possible sensation. She seemed to understand and suggested that every man - and woman - has something of the opposite sex in them and that I should give myself more time to "find myself" and not to feel guilty about my feelings.This made me feel better and it was not long after this that I met Eddie at a friend's party. He was a good looking six-footer, very out-going and cheerful and full of funny stories - a real live wire. He was a good listener too : when he talked to me I got the feeling that what I said mattered to him. So when he said that he needed some help with a problem on his computer I had no hesitation in offering to go round to his digs to see what I could do. He was reading English and French, came from Birmingham and wrote all his essays on his computer. We agreed to meet the next day in the afternoon and I went round, looking forward to meeting him again.His room was a jumble of clothes and books. He was not at all tidy whereas I am almost obsessively so. I sat at his computer and he pulled up another chair to the left of me so that he could show me what the problem was. It was not very serious but it involved quite a lot of time and taking him into bits of programming that he had never seen before. I think he enjoyed it. I know I did and suddenly I was conscious that his right hand had briefly brushed against my left knee. I didn't flinch or look startled and after a moment or two he left his hand - almost casually - on my knee. It's not easy to concentrate on a screen when your dick is starting to grow in your pants so I turned my head to look at him and met his gaze head-on. He smiled and moved his hand, ever so slightly, up my thigh. I smiled too and this, I think, gave him the signal he was looking for. While I completed the task I had started on his computer he began to caress my inner thigh and I could feel the blood pumping into my stiffening dick and waves of delicious feeling gathering in my loins."There we are - that's done" I said as I finished a last test on his PC. "Great" he said, "How can I thank you ?" I didn't know how to respond to this because his hand was now feeling the bulge in my pants. "How about …" he hesitated fractionally… "stripping off and climbing onto the bed ?"I didn't need any further urging. I stood up, a vast tent sticking horizontally out from my trousers, and saw that he was in just the same way. He flung his clothes onto the floor while I put mine on a chair. We kept our underpants on and he said "I notice you're right-handed. I'm left, so if you get onto the bed first, we'll be the right way round." This showed me that he was more experienced than I was because I wouldn't have thought of that, but by that point I was past caring.Once on the bed he caressed my nipples and slowly inched his way down to my underpants, slipping his fingers inside them and feeling for my dick. I think he was staggered by my size because he drew his breath in quickly when he reached it.. "Lets both take our underpants off" he said. When we had done that he said "That must be all of nine, ten inches." I had never bothered to measure it. "Mine's nearly eight" he said "But yours is a monster." His body was firm and neat, not thin and willowy like me but muscled and well proportioned. His dick was thinner than mine and not as long but it was good to look at and even better to feel. Like Trevor and Cieron he was uncut whereas I'm circumcised - I don't know why. I pulled his foreskin back and said "Now you look like me." He giggled and said "I think dicks look much nicer cut or with the skin pulled back. How do you hold yours when you shag yourself ?" I was a bit taken aback by such directness but I showed him how I put my fist round the loose skin under the head and pull it up as far as it will go over the rim. He responded by showing me how he only used two fingers under the head with just his thumb on top. by now we were both leaking pre-cum and were feeling really hot. "You or me first ?" he asked. "Er … you, I think" I said, "I like to take a bit of time over it." "Fine" he said" and he took my hand and placed it on his dick with my fingers on his knob all slippery with pre-cum. "Just massage the tip gently" he said. "I'll soon cum."If I had handled myself like that I don't think I would have cum at all, but soon he was in ecstasy and with just a quick warning - "I'm cumming, cumming …CUM" his body jerked under my hand and he shot his sperm over his belly in jets which landed in glistening pools on his taut skin. "That was wonderful" he said, as he came round, "You have a great touch. Just give me a moment or two to recover and I'll return the compliment."While he lay there recovering, I gently eased my fist up and down my throbbing pole. I badly wanted to come off after I had seen him ejaculate, and when he turned to me and put his hand on my dick I almost came straight away. But that was too soon so I restrained him by holding his hand until the wave had passed, then I let him stroke me again. It was a marvel how sensitive his fingers were and soon I was stopping him again. He seemed to understand and when he started stroking for the third time he was more urgent and I did nothing to restrain him. As the climax built in my balls and at the base of my dick I knew it was going to be a big one and I gasped "Careful, Eddie, careful, I'm going to ejaculate". "Great" he murmured, and it WAS great. I shot stream after stream of juice onto my chest and stomach. The orgasm seemed to go on for ever and it was one of the best I have ever had. Gradually the pumping stopped as he slackened the pace of his stroking and when I opened my eyes and looked at him he was gazing as if in awe at what he had seen. "I've never seen anything like that before" he said. "You were like a fountain. Do you always cum off like that ?" I nodded - "Mostly" I said. "Hey, man" he said in wonder, "You're quite something with a dick and a load like that. What's your secret ?"I didn't have a secret and I don't think that "bigger" necessarily means "better" but it was nice to be admired by someone like Eddie. He was not at all shy. "We must meet again" he said. "I think you may need to check my computer after I've used it. How about this weekend ?" I thought to myself that it was not digital electronic programming he had in mind but more to do with digits on dicks but all I said was that that was OK with me. So began - I can't call it an affair but a number of meetings which continued into our third year at Uni and in which we got to know each other well. We felt "safe" with each other and never went any further than mutual masturbation as neither of us wanted to. After we got our degrees I stayed in London with an international company who offered me a job writing software while Eddie returned to Birmingham where he was able to live cheaply at home with his mother and sister while he looked round for a job in tourism. He sent me a Christmas card suggesting we spend a week together camping in France in August and that's how the idea of the camping trip to Brittany was born.Over now to Eddie to tell you what fun we had there.