From: Jonah13@nycnet.com (Jonah13)
Subject: Jonah 1/1
Organization: NYC NET
Date: Fri, 13 Dec 1996 21:31:11 GMT

Usual disclaimer stuff. Mostly involving gay sex, so if you don't like,
don't read.

My name is Jonah. And I'm 12.5" uncut. No bullshit. Some of you have
already met me in person, some have EMAILed and corresponded as well.
So everything you read here is absolutely true. If you want to speak to
me, it's Jonah13@nycnet.com.

Anyway, I think of doing this as sort of a public diary. I mean, some
of the stories I read make me chuckle. For instance, some of the
fiction involving guys like me (read that as 12" plus) have ridiculous
elements, like "special jockstraps" and "Having to fold in half" and so
forth. I'm almost 9" when soft and I've never had to do such
foolishness. I usually put my cock off to the side, and (albeit very
seldom) put it downward. Even in bikini Speedos, I put it off to the
side, no problem. If it's lightcolored, then it's pretty obvious, but
the darker colored bathing suits sort of obscure the issue.

Anyway, let me start. Keep in mind I'm writing in no particular
chronological order.

Thursday, December 11 

Yes, that was (as of today) last night. Heck, it's freshest in my
memory. I'd just come home from work at 12 midnight  I work evening
shifts at my job (won't say what kind of job, all I can say is that
it's pretty legal, and conservative). At around 12:30am I received a
phone call from someone I hadn't seen in roughly two months. He (I'll
call him "Juan") was on the corner and wanted to know if I was "up" for
fun. I said "Sure" and let him up.

Juan is a 30 year old Cuban man. He is 5'10, 150 pounds, brown
chocolate eyes and hair, pretty slender and goodlooking. Oh, jeez, that
reminds me you know nothing about me except for the 12.5". I'm 26,
white, 5'9, 170 pounds, very green eyes, and dk brown hair. I'm average
shape - 43" chest, 34" waist. What can I say? I need to work out more.
Oh, as for my cock, without using numbers, I'm more than 3 fists long,
my wrist's thickness. I know, I know, I'm 5'9". So what's a little
disproportion?

Juan came up, and promptly started kissing me. Now, I will say everyone
thinks I'm an excellent kisser. In fact, it's my favorite pasttime,
more than anything else. I love just kissing and stroking with a guy.
My lips are pretty full and red, ya know. His were, too, so it didn't
take long for me to get really hard.

After about 20 minutes, I started sucking him off. His, for the record,
is about 8" and average thickness, and uncut as well. One thing about
me is I prefer sucking to getting sucked. Make no mistake, I'm a top,
but for some reason I love getting guys off.

He simply could not suck me off. He only got halfway down on me and
couldn't take no more. Which is rare  usually guys can take a healthy
portion of me. I bend downwards and am pretty throat shaped. Length
isn't the obstacle for the most part  it's the thickness. As I said,
I'm wrist thick. 

Which didn't matter  I knew and he knew it was the anal part that was
going to be the real hot part. Juan is the sort of guy who loves to get
fucked.

Now, the actual fucking part is cool I am the largest he's had (which
of course isn't too surprising. I personally never met someone larger 
nor do I want to) and thankfully I wore a condom, because I made him
bleed a bit. I didn't the first time I was with him  today I was a bit
more reckless, mainly because he wanted me to be. So I wasn't conscious
of the blood vessels (after 4 years of fucking I sort have gotten a
feel for avoiding bleeding). 

A little about Juan  he was born and grew up in Cuba. He grew up being
gay secretively, and started having sex when he was 15. His first (and
only) lover was big  9.5"  but according to him was a clod. He fled to
Europe then 4 years ago arrived in New York. 

How we met is a little odd. His best friend hit on me, and bragged
about me to him. Unfortunately, his best friend didn't speak English
well, so he had Juan translate for him. Juan found about about my size
and arranged a rendezvous. Of course, after the first time he told his
best friend about the tryst and got his best friend angry at me. Of
course, my cock sort of mitigated everything and I ended up fucking HIM
as well. For the record, his best friend, "Andre" was 5'10, very
muscular, hairy tight ass, very South American. With HIM we did it at
his work's bathroom  since neither of us had anywhere to rendezvous 
don't ask, that's just the way it happened.

Anyway, that's the end of my first entry. There will be more  this is
actually just practice for now. 


Jonah 2/?

This story is of a frankly explicit nature regarding gay sex. If you're
reading this, you are a sicko (just kidding!). Don't read if you don't
like, and remember -- "If thy eyes offend thee, pluck them out".


Hello, again, y'all. Well, I won't be getting into any past encounters
since I've been having so much fun in the present, not to mention some
interesting plans for the future.

Now, for those of you who didn't read the first, let me tell you about
myself -- I'm a gay white male, 26, 5'9, 165 pounds, green eyes, dark
brown hair, and endowed with an uncut 12.5"er. No bullshit, I'm real
and it's real and some of you out there know me already. The stuff I'm
writing to you is all real.

The reason for this public diary is I'd like to represent the real 12+"
guys out there. A lot of fiction is too silly for words, and I'd like
to show some reality. Plus, like all works of art (snooty, ain't I?)
you might find some insights to the human condition and gay lifestyle.
Let's face it -- when I read this 15 years from now I'll be a different
person and out there will be a different world. I will say, though, I
wish I were a 12.5 by 7.5" guy back in the 70's. Or maybe not -- I'd
have gone the way of the dodo and John Holmes by now. (Note the
juxtaposition of "dodo" and "John Holmes" -- it's a redundant term.)

December 15th, 1996

Sometimes visiting someone you haven't seen in four months can be a
blast. I called my friend Griffith (not his real name, of course)
Sunday and told him quite frankly I was horny and needed to plow
someone. It so happened he hadn't had any in two months, and happily
invited me over.

Why me and him hadn't gotten together more often is a mystery.
Sometimes people simply lose contact. In my case I lost his phone
number and found it again. In his case, he was away in South America,
which is where his job takes him. 

You'll pardon me if I sigh, won't you? I've never been to South
America, and although I used to live in Puerto Rico every summer, I
wasn't sexually active. I've always fantasized walking on the beach,
wearing bikini briefs, putting my 9" softie off to the side and seeing
the reactions of the men there. It's the showoff Leo in me. Lord knows,
every Latin man who's been with me has been an unmitigated size queen
and bottom, so I think about being in a country full of them. Plus,
being uncut makes me feel right at home with em.

But I digress. 

The point is that me and Griffth hadn't been together in ages. When I
came over, and took off my jacket, he swooned because I was a tighter
fellow than he'd remembered. Instead of being ten pounds overweight, I
was right on-target. My chest is harder, my ass firmer, and my arms
bigger. No, I hadn't been working out, but I had been very active and
eating right. Plus, my new haircut wowed him as well.

Griffith, though, HAD been working out. He was still meaty, but his
shape was more triangular. He is 28, 5'10", 46" chest, 34" waist,
blonde, with a goatee. Meaty ass, but a hot one, and sports a nice
8.5"er himself. In fact, he wants to fuck me sometime, but I'm holding
off. I'll explain that one later.

Now, Griffth is the type of guy I feel right at home with. He and I
looked in each others eyes for 2 seconds before we were kissing and
hugging, and he is the sort I can just lay down in bed with naked and
kiss and hug for several hours. He and I have a rapporte that goes
undescribed -- that feeling you have when you can just be comfortable
with, that all your secrets are meaningless. Boyfriend material? Maybe,
but our schedules suck and neither of us is willing for that kind of
commitment, especially if we never see each other. Plus, both of us are
horny bastards and perfectly willing to sleep with the next hot guy we
see. (Make no mistake, I can be monogamous very easily, however.)

I spent a lot of time with him driving him crazy - fingering his hole,
sucking his cock, behaving like a servant to HIM. I know he wanted to
have MY cock stuffed in his various orifices, but I will say it got him
hot and made his cock bursting at the seams. His is cut, with a smooth
shaft, and a nice mushroom heard. Moderately thick shaft - not wrist
thick like mine, but not average either.

Finally, I sat on his chest and let him look at my fully hard 12.5er
before squatting and forcing it into his mouth. I'm glad I have a
downward bend, or it would have been impossible to get anywhere into
his throat.

On the down side, at a certain point I felt a slight pain at a certain
dept in his throat -- I'd reached his voicebox. So I had to slow down a
little, lest I injure myself (I doubt I would have, but I'm not a
risktaker).

All the while doing this, it was interpersed with my having to pull his
head away so I could lay next to him and make out. Kissing is very
important to me - I seldom get hard without it. 

Finally, the moment came to stretch out his ass. He had told me earlier
than his ass had forgotten what it felt like to have my cock in there.
I replied it'd soon remember.

After sliding on the rubber, naturally, I pushed just my head in. He
winced in pain and asked me to withdraw it. I'm used to this, and I
also know that the second entry would be no problem, especially when
the guy really really wants it.

The second try, it slid right in, reaching the "back" of him (read as
second sphincter leading to the large intestine). His face contorted -
not in pain, but in remembering and amazing the depths to which I'd
entered. I started methodically stroking his insides with my cock - not
really "thrusting", more like massaging by slowly entering and exiting.
At certain points I'd change the angle of the entry and stimulate his
prostate. Everytime I did that, he made an audible "OH!", which really
got me excited. I don't get off on the actual fucking -- I get off on
seeing the guy enjoying taking my cock, and also the power of having a
more-than-huge cock to weild on someone who really loves it.

Pretty soon I was growing a bit more inside him, thrusting faster,
slipping in those prostate strokes, and he came. Not a powerful spurt,
but more like a slow dribble. Sometimes stimulating a prostate can make
it seem to function worse. I myself came by yanking off the condom and
stroking it while we kissed. I came four times that afternoon Each
time, after I came, me and him would lay back in each other's arms and
chat. After 15 minutes or so, my cock would practically demand me to
stroke and cum again. Each time, I got less large and came less.

Afterwards we went to McDonalds and he did his laundry. One small note
-- we met two of his friends along the way. Griffith told me he was
going to tell them later about the 12.5"er. I don't know if he was
serious or not, but I enjoyed it. He knows I have that kind of bragging.

Anyway, about getting fucked -- I seldom do get fucked, and it's only
by guys of a more modest size and someone I care about. I know what you
are thinking -- he's a hypocrite -- he expects people to get fucked
with 12.5" but won't take the same medicine? Well, I'm mostly a top to
begin with, and I'm not very experienced at bottoming -- though the few
guys who actually have fucked me say my ass is EXTREMELY hot. (grin and
wink)


Jonah 3/?

Hello, again. This is Jonah, and this stuff has adult gay content, so
if you can't handle it, don't.

Not much to this "journal entry".  Just thought I'd let you get to know
me a little better.

I'm 26 and 5'9, 165 pounds, green eyes, dark brown hair, and glasses.
My bod isn't the muscled tight one I had when I was fifteen, but I can
truthfully say I ain't fat either. I'm just your average 43" chest, 34"
waist with average definition. I do, though, have a nice hard round
ass. Too bad I'm not much of a bottom. Oh, and I'm a New York City boy.
If you value your life, don't start singing, "Ooh-ooh, cool cool
kitty." (Just kidding, natch).

Of course, if you've been following ANYTHING I've written, you know
about the 12.5"er. But you guys probably need to know everything about
it. Here goes -- I'm almost 9" when soft, very large foreskin -- about
1" overhang when soft. It actually makes my cock look a little smaller
when soft, because it "pushes back" my head inside. When I retract, the
head goes to its "normal" position.  My balls, are proportionately as
big as my cock -- 'nuff said. When hard, I barely reach the 12.5" mark
-- actually, I seldom make it that large when not involved in sexual
activity. If I'm just jackin' by myself (which I do a LOT), I'll make
it to roughly 10.5", 11".  If I'm kissing and stroking myself, I get to
my mark easily. Nothing like kissing a cute guy with full red lips and
strokin' yourself against his leg, feeling his asswith your free hand
(or sometimes stop strokin and feel his balls). Er, I'm digressing. I
have a downward bend to my shaft -- I like to call it "throat-shaped".
It bends a little at the 7" mark, so I'm easier to deepthroat than a
guy like me whose cock doesn't bend would be. My foreskin still
completely covers the head even when fully hard, but it's extremely
loose. Oh, and my shaft is uniformly wrist-thick, from head to base.
Call it 7.5" circumference.

Now, I measured myself since age 10, sporadically. I was 8" at age 10,
9" at age 13, 10.5" at age 15, and 11" at 18. I used to self-suck til
18, but stopped. Don't ask why -- I just did. Around the same time I
entered college and had my first experience. I didn't blow someone til
I was 19, and didn't fuck someone til 21. But I always felt a certain
attraction to cute guys since I was 13. It's too bad I was "asexual" --
if someone, anyone male would have passed at me, my 9"er would've
sprung to life and I'd have jumped right in. C'est la vie.

Anyway, sometime I'll get into those "first times". I just hope a
certain guy who is 26 by now, was an Electrical Engineer major, from
upstate New York who's last name is Brown will give me a buzz.. Hey,
Brown, I'm 12.5" now and I know I'm gay. Hope you'll find it into your
heart to EMAIL me.

And if your name ISN'T Brown, you can too at Jonah13@nycnet.com. Don't
be disheartened if my messages are brief. I work shitty hours and my
brain is asleep by the time I log on. I AM a real guy -- none of
thesesex website bullshitters, or  news reporters posing as gay 15 year
olds trying to make a story on online pedophiles (shame on you!).


Jonah 4/?

Things are pretty slow for me, sexually. You might be surprised to hear
that, considering I live in New York and spent a week in Fort
Lauderdale. Having a 12.5" cock, however, does not mean I get it every
night -- believe it or not!

So, instead, I'm going to relate my first time fucking someone ---

Around 1992 I was at Oneonta State college. It was okay, but in Oneonta
is was frustrating. 90% of the male study body worked out;
unfortunately, none of them were (or at least gave an inkling of being)
gay. The testosterone level was suffocating. At least I did meet one
gay (but that is another story), but the guy who was the first guy I
fucked came from Buffalo.

I had met him through IRC, and he agreed to come down. He was
okay-looking, average body, average ass, but we hit it off immediately.

When we finally got around to me fucking him, I was so nervous I could
only get it semi-hard. Still, when he sat down on it, he sucked in his
breath and muttered such jewels as, "Shit, man" and "Aw, fuck". He sat
there for a few minutes, and promptly withdrew it. I teased him about
it ("Imagine what it'll be like to have it fully hard in your ass!")
which he didn't appreciate.

We met a few more times after that, but he fell for a guy who could
selfsuck much better than me. What can I say? He was a fickle guy.

I know this story sucks, but unfortunately, nothing's happened of any
interest since I last posted. Such is the life of a hard-working guy in
the city. Maybe the weekend will be better.


Jonah 5/? 

January 27th, 1996

Ok, sorry the last story was such a dud. But then again, I wasn't very
sexual growing up, and the first time was, like, bleah. The first few
times, actually. Remember the song, "Surprise" from "A Chorus Line"
(the movie)? 

Well, the first HOT time for me was when I was 23...

In 1993, I'd basically almost stopped growing in cock size (around
12"), but unfortunately, I was losing the tight studly bod I used to
have. Metabolism had finally caught up with me, and I was getting into
a funk.

Basically, I felt like shit, and I felt the only reason guys would want
to fuck around with me would be because of my cock. So that summer I
wore bike shorts EVERY DAY, tucking my cock on the side of my thigh. In
fact, some of you may have seen me at the Gay Games Parade (I don't
remember if it was that YEAR, but it might have been. I wore bike
shorts daily til last year in summer), sitting on a bench in front of
the Lucile Lortal Theater showing off.

Anyway, one day I decided to wear jeans, loose ones, for God knows what
reason. I was depressed because yet another guy disappeared after a
one-night stand, and the sting of breaking up with my first ex was
still haunting me (hear that, Mr. L?)

I wandered around, then went to The Break, a bar on Eight Avenue. I sat
down and ordered a Diet Coke (I don't drink) and numbly thumbed through
an HX (a gay directory in NYC, with attitude). 

I then felt eyes burning on my cheek. Some guy sitting next to me was
looking at me. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see he was actually
handsome! Not "cute", not "hot"... handsome.

I smiled with what I instantly thought ruefully was a smirk.
Fortunately, he smiled back and said, "Hi."

I mumbled, "Hello." I was really tanking this one. Here I am, depressed
as hell, and lonely, and doing my best to drive away a good looking guy.

"My name is Rich," he said. (OBVIOUSLY I'm not revealing his real name
-- but he did give me his real name at the bar.)

"Jonah." (Actually, my real name! hehe... everything I'm telling you is
100% true, including the fact I have 12.5", the year 1993, what the guy
looked like, what we did -- oops. Getting ahead of myself)

The rest is a blur, really. We hit it off, singing show tunes (AGH! Ok,
it was only "Godspell" songs, but..) He was a singer, professionally,
and smiled and joked like a true pro. I myself am a filmmaker (legit...
clean your mind!). 

Naturally, I noticed the unnecessary contact he was giving me - a light
brush of the shoulder to shoulder, a hand on mine, a hand on my knee,
briefly. It was obvious he wanted to get into my pants. The best thing
was, he had no idea I was 12.5"! He complimented my eyes (they're very
green), my looks (despite wearing glasses), my boyishness, even my bod.
Granted he weighed a little more than me, but he looked fab. For the
record, at the time I was 5'9, 170# (still am, actually), he was 5'10,
175#. 

In an hour, we were kissing on some strange brownstone stairs in
Chelsea. Mindful of anyone passing, our lips felt magnetic. Finally, it
was time for "the moment". He went home with me.

We got into my room, resumed kissing, this time, just laying down. He
felt my ass and sides, I felt up his cock. I slipped off my pants
before he felt mine and licked his nipples.

Finally, he groped my semihard cock (which was around 10.5") and said,
"The fuck?"

He looked down and gulped, "Holy shit!"

I pulled his face away from my crotch and kept kissing him. He stroked
my cock, and by the way he did it, I could tell I wasn't the first
uncut guy he had. He fingered my foreskin, moved it up and down over my
cockhead. Finally, he whispered, "Can you fuck me with that?" (I
chuckled in my brain with his choice of usage -- "Can")

Without answering, I grabbed a tube of lube, slipped my cock in a
Trojan-ENZ Large, and lubed up the condom and his ass.

Keep in mind, I'm UNIFORMLY wrist thick, so when I only got 1/2 of my
head in, he sucked in his breath, and gasped, "Take it out, take it
out!" I complied, but kept rubbing the hole with my head. After a few
seconds, I pushed it slowly back it. Again, he sucked in his breath,
but this time said nothing, and squinted his eyes. His ass relaxed and
I slid in further. When I was sure he'd gotten at least accustomed to
the size, I began thrusting back and forth (oh, I only got in roughly 9
and a half inches, normal for most guys. To get in further requires
ability to relax the SECOND sphincter.)

His own cock (roughly 7 inches, I think), became very very soft. I
didn't mind that -- some guys did that when I fucked them. He kept
mumbling, "Man, I'm in space... " I repositioned myself so that my
cock, which bends slightly downward, rubbed hard against the "bottom"
wall of his ass, and stirred his cock from the inside. He gasped, "Oh!"
in total pleasure. 

What was getting me off was not the actual fucking. It was his reaction
to my fucking that was getting off. Every time he said something
complimentary about me or my cock or my eyes, I got harder and thicker.
Every time he said, "Holy shit!" or "God!" or "I can't believe this
shit, man!" I got hornier. The fact he had no idea how big my cock was,
which right now was getting close to the magic 13" mark, and still
wanted me to fuck him turned me on to know end.

Finally, he got hard and splattered an inordinate amount of come on his
chest. Part of it was natural, the other part was my stroking his
prostate gland. I pulled out and asked, "Where do ya want it?" He
replied, "On my face, man." I complied, and shot onto his face, not as
much, but thicker and more gooey. The blobs trickled down his cheeks
and eyelashes.

We fell asleep, and in the morning we parted ways, smiling.

The ending of this story should be now, but reality barges into
everything. We only met a few times more, three to be exact. He left on
a cruise (he was performing on it) and I haven't seen him since. The
parting wasn't amicable, but not hostile, either. Perfection was that
one night, and I guess ever shall be.

But that's another story in the making...


Jonah 6/?

January 31st, 1997

Nothing's happening tonight, got stood up by a real hot guy, so I'm
here, jacking my - as you know by now - 12.5" uncut cock. It happens to
everyone, actually - I get stood up plenty of times.

I remember one time, though, I didn't get stood up, and it often comes
to mind when I'm feeling horny. His name was Danny (not his real name,
of course, and yes, he's online somewhere on AOL.) He was 17 years old
at the time -- He's 20 now -- and I was 23. I chatted him up on a
friend's AOL account (I wasn't a member yet), and we got to talking.

He had lied to me and said he was 23 as well. We met on the corner of
23rd and 8th avenue. I wore my bike shorts (at his request), showing
off a 9" soft bulge, and he wore short shorts, showing off his ass. He
was 5'5, blonde-blue eyed type, medium length hair that was thick and
rich, full red lips (like me), and an average bod. You know, not fat,
not muscular. He looked like he was 14 at his height and facial
appearance, and I nearly cowered out. He admitted he was 17 and that if
I was too nervous with that, I could beg off any sex.

To tell the truth, so many images flashed through my brain I went nuts.
But I won't say what happened this encounter -- I'll just say we had a
fun time.

Next time I saw him was a few months later. He was 18. He was no longer
a "virgin", if you catch my drift, and had blossomed into a full blown
bottom.

We went to see a movie, and had dinner (dutch payment), and finally
watched MST3K at my place. He started touching my arm. Now, I must
admit, sex was the furthest thing from my mind. In my head he was still
a minor and verboten, even though he wasn't. 

I asked, "What?"

"You know, I've fantasized about that cock of yours. The way it looked
in those bike pants." Now, I was wearing loose jeans and only the most
trained eyes could tell I even HAD a cock. His hand was resting on my
knee. Instinctively my cock began to stir.

I looked at him again. His face was still youthful, but some lines had
formed near his eyes, so he looked like he was my age (24). His bod was
slimmer, but still just okay. 

Suddenly, he leaned forward and kissed me, hard. I immediately
submitted. He leaned in a way so that I had to lay down, and he laid on
top of me kissing, and grinding his hips. My cock became so hard I
could have swore I was 18" (of course, I was just the "same ole" 12.5)

He whispered, "Aw man, I love you so much. I need to have you inside me
so fucking bad...!" He started stroking my cock through my jeans, and
he sighed in a happy lustful way.

I grabbed his ass and he clenched his cheeks. I pushed it so his crotch
ground harder into mine. 

He pulled off his shirt -- his chest was hairless -- mine is almost as
well. The heat of our flesh in contact was intense. I pulled off my
pants and underwear and he did the same. 

I'd forgot how big his cock was -- about 8" and fairly thick. It looked
huge next to his small frame, and I immediately flipped him over onto
his back and deepthroated him.

Now you may think I'm the last guy in the world who'd be an expert
deepthroater, being such a top, but I am. I love taking guys in,
virbating my throat, impressing guys with 10"ers (yes, I've deeped a
few) who'd never been completely deepthroated before.

Danny never had, either. I don't even think he'd ever gotten what I
consider a good blowjob. His eyes were wide, he kept on saying, "Oh
shit, oh shit, oh shit!" I cupped his smallish balls in my hand,
knowing the change of heat from my hand would make the orgasmic feeling
feel different. Every time I felt his cock quiver and shake, I'd slow
down or stop, and begin again a few minutes later. A few times I'd suck
hard JUST on his cockhead to "inflate" it further, powersucking his
head to larger sizes. He seemed impressed, but his eyes were always on
my cock.

Finally I stopped, and he dived his mouth onto mine. He was incapable
of even getting a few inches in his mouth.. not because I was wrist
thick but he had a smallish mouth. But his head work was good, licking
under my huge foreskin, pulling it back, working on the head.

Eventually, we returned to just kissing and stroking, on our sides. I
rubbed my cock under his balls a few times, rubbed the head against his
ass. He almost purred, and a look of desperation came upon him a few
times. A look saying "I need to get fucked, badly!"

Finally, I slipped on a condom and greased his ass. He sat down on it,
just getting the head in. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he
descended. He finally had most of it inside him and he just stayed
there.

Finally he began bouncing (in a way) up and down and suddenly exploded.
His cum shot on me, my face, my chest, and my arms. 

He was extremely apologetic. I waved it off and said, "Don't worry
about it."

I finished off by jacking off and cumming for him. 

We got together a few more times, each time I fucked him on his back,
his legs on my shoulders, trying to spoil his ass for other guys. 

The bittersweet ending is *I* fell for someone else, and after I'd
broke up *he'd* found someone. He is now living in Jersey. He knows who
he is, and if you're reading this, "Danny", come over some time. I'd
not smaller, ya know (grin). (His current is 8" and almost as thick as
me).


Subject: Jonah 7/?
March 21, 1997

Sorry it's been such a long while since I've posted. I just haven't
felt like it. But with the dearth of actual TALES I feel compelled.

Everything I write about is absolutely TRUE. No BS. And it contains a
gay sex, of course. Standard disclaimer stuff.

Everyone gets into huge cocks, especially a 12.5" by 7.5" uncut one
like mine. I've enclosed an R-rated pic of my SOFT cock in bike shorts
in this letter. If you're in gaycafe, I guess you missed out (evil
smirk). I do have X-rated, but I'm not in the habit (anymore) of
publicly posting them. << AUTHOR'S NOTE: I WAS UNABLE TO ENCLOSE THE
PIC. (SIGH) OH WELL>>

Now, I don't vacuum pump at all, two reasons. One, I'm scared of
ruining the 12.5" I already have. Two, pumps, good ones, are expensive.
The reason I'm bringing this up is that pumpers are all size queens.
And I do appreciate a certain amount of worship every now and then.
This tale is of a guy in New York City I met who is a pumper whom I met
when visiting the Vacuum Pump page (I was there, of course, to show
off.)

Earlier, I had mentioned I was a submissive top, I think. I love to
fuck, but I also love to suck more than get sucked. Various reasons,
like teeth scraping, and basic ineptitude on the part of others.

I met "Roger" via him EMAILing me and wanting to confirm what I had
been bragging about. I acquiesced and I was off to the West Village. 

He met me in Rome bar - I was wearing bike shorts under my pants - the
same ones in the pic, in fact - and he just went ape-shit over it.
Copping feels at the bar, in the cab, but I admit I was guilty of
inviting him to do it. Mea culpa.

Finally, we reached his place and the entire scene was of me showing
off and me sucking him off. That's it. But it was hot.

He had a nice cock, and in my view he didn't need to pump. It was
already a good 8" hard, with a flaring hard and somewhat thick. He said
he was 9" pumped, but I impressed him with my skills at blowing. I
caressed his head with my lips, deepthroated him completely and
gargled, licked under the head in the corona, fondled his balls, and
grabbed his ass while I did it. He was in ecstasy. While I did this, I
was furiously jacking off. 

Every so often I would stop sucking and start posing with my cock -
rubbing it against my nipple, holding it downward, showing him myself
getting bigger and harder. He got off massively on that - feeding my
ego, basic worship, which really got me off.

Eventually, he came as did I, but it was a hot experience. I hope he'll
contact me again and show me off to his friends someday (evil smirk).

Anyway, my own email address is jonah13@nycnet.com. Ciao!

Jonah
Jonah13@nycnet.com

You can EMAIL me at Jonah13@nycnet.com -- I'm a real person and I will
try to answer.