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Chelsea Girl and the Towering Inferno of Manhood

30 May 06

Today darling Chelsea Girl brings us a heartwarming tale of (what else?) one lil’ white girl’s love for a big black cock.

So it pains me to admit this: the biggest cock I’ve ever encountered happened to be attached to an African-American man.

I should, in all fairness, note that cocks numbers 2 and 3 in the great size pantheon were attached to two white Brits. Tall, skinny boys both. One, Rex, had a floofy ass like a girl. The other, David, did not. Each of them had a sizeable member, and each of them dwarfed the cocks of the other men of African, Caribbean, or Afro-Caribbean descent with whom I have fucked.

But Bobby Lee, his cock was a colossus. It strode the earth mightily and the earth shivered with each footstep. It towered above all cocks, a monolith of cockiness, erect and turgid, chocolate and gigantic, a skyscraper of cock, a cockian behemoth.

I exaggerate. It was a plenty big cock—it was wider in girth than my wrist. I couldn’t, for example, close my thumb and forefinger around it, which I can around my wrist, at least not with out causing Bobby Lee to wince and tell me to cut it out. It was long, too. My memory has no doubt embiggened it, as it has so many other things—my childhood snowfalls; the trunk of my 1970 Impala; the natural cleavage of Cyndi Swanson, with whom I went to high school, a soccer cheerleader notable both for the exuberance of her team spirit as for the size of her Cheer sweater: all of these have grown in my memory, loomed larger than life in each passing year.

But Bobby Lee’s cock reached 3/4 up my forearm (when you’re in bed, your arm becomes a very facile measuring stick. You can’t very well pull out a tape measure).

Ironically, the smallest cock I’ve ever seen was attached to a black man. However, I really, really, really don’t want to revisit that memory.

[Via Pretty Dumb Things]

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