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I have been with a number of men with impressive big black cocks, some bigger, others more impressive from their sexual prowess, and it's not always just about size. One of the most memorable hands-free orgasms I experienced was with a white guy that was no more than six or seven inches in length.
The longest BBC I've ever ridden was a solid eleven inches long, and just over two inches thick. Another was almost as long, but thicker at around two and a half inches. I've also been with guys with big white cocks that rival those sizes, but this is more about the black cocks I've 'sexperienced.' The first one I mentioned above is detailed in my story already written and posted about my bathhouse experience, being fucked for nearly three hours, after prior fun in the sling and other areas. What I'm trying to convey in this post is how it isn't just about the size of the BBC, although it can have an impact on the level of pleasure attained.
I find it interesting that two of the largest BWC and BBC instances were with guys that either wouldn't or couldn't give me a creampie, at the 'tail end' of our encounters. With respect to the BWC, which was close to eleven inches and well over two inches thick. he was a doctor specializing in the effects of testosterone release in the male body, and he felt that releasing sperm diminished sexual and overall life vitality in men. Speaking as a cisgender male that had perhaps the highest testosterone count ever measured on the planet, I strongly disagree.
Participating in a male contraceptive study in 2003, run by a research doctor at a major So Cal university, they were trying to test their hypothesis that testosterone pellet implants could reduce sperm production to the point where the male was effectively sterile. During the early stages of the research study, I was tested for my baseline sperm count, and I got a lot of weird looks after the first collection was tested. Two separate nurses poked their heads into the hospital examination room I was in, but they weren't saying much other than my sperm count was very high, and I needed to speak to the doctor in charge about it.
When the doctor conducting the research study entered the examination room, I asked why two other nurses peeked in the door where I was, and I was told my sperm count was high. I asked what a normal count was, and I was told it could be 10 million to 50 million, for some men, and others could be 100 million or more. I asked if mine was higher, and the response was, "Oh, yeah." I asked what the highest count ever recorded was, and I was told that 450 million was the highest recorded count on record. I asked if mine was higher, and I was told mine was 670 million sperm, in a single ejaculate, 50% higher than anything ever documented previously.
Placing the testosterone pellets in the fatty part under the skin near my abdomen, it proved the efficacy of this hypothesis, by effectively reducing my sperm count to nearly zero. The premise was that these pellets could 'fool' the male body into thinking there was more than enough testosterone in the system, so that no more needed to be generated, and I have yet to see anything on the market as a result of this study. My feeling was, if it could work on me, it could work on any other male on the planet, because this study was done simultaneously in the US and China, to see if dietary intake and living conditions played any role in the efficacy.
I guess what I'm saying is, this more recent data refuted the hypothesis of the other doctor with the BWC that I had been with previously. If a guy like me with the highest sperm count ever recorded could be effectively be make sterile by virtue of the testosterone pellet implants, then it served to prove this was a viable method of male contraception. This data didn't serve what the other doctor with the BWC, who felt that releasing sperm caused its production to decrease, along with overall vitality levels in men. He had a really nice cock, but he refused to cum, which was a bummer, as far as I was concerned.
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For me, the shared experience of sex really culminates at that moment where one's orgasm stimulates the other's, while enhancing both. I can say that feeling a man's warm sperm shooting deep inside of my already excited insides, triggers an involuntary response within me that can result in my climax, intensification of an existing one, or send me to a whole other level completely. For me, it's hard to explain, but it's like the two (or more) become one, interacting in common pursuit of nirvanic levels of lustful pleasure. The rhythms coincide, moving together for the ultimate sensations necessary for that perfect release by all involved.
Yeah, that about sums up the best for me, and I realize it's different for every person. Yet I also understand that change is possible, like me and oral sex. I never really appreciated it, giving or receiving it, I had a terrible gag reflex, and it just didn't feel that good to me, until I changed by learning more about it. I read about how women, even quadriplegics, could experience orgasms by stimulation of the vagus nerve in their throat, which science only fairly recently controls most of the human body's functions, outside of the central nervous system. A person paralyzed, could still experience pleasure in this way, and I was intrigued. I had to learn more.
The guy that wasn't that well hung of a white guy gave me my first, and most memorable, hands free orgasms while being fucked. It was all about the prostate pounding, knowing that folding me back on his dining room table gave him the perfect angle to slam his cock into it. Recreating it with toys and others, remains an ongoing pursuit, for that nirvanic lustful pleasure plateau. Now technique with a BBC makes all the difference in the world, because this one guy pleased me, yet he was one of the smaller cocks that have ever fucked me, because I consider myself a size queen. If you see my online videos, that are pretty popular, you get what I mean, and see what I can handle.
What I find most blissful is the sense of complete and sweet surrender, where every attempt by my body fails to force out what is thrusting deeply within me, creating the prolapsing sleeve bulging out to massage the length of the penetrating shaft. The reason I became a size queen, was my ongoing pursuit of what I already shared, so I own a large collection of toys, plus a few fucking machines, that keep going after the point where my hands and arms get tired out. I discovered that my muscle control resulted in too many guys cumming quicker than they were used to with me, when I began pulsing my sphincters around their thrusting cocks, milking the cum from their balls.
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After I became interested in learning more about the pleasures of giving oral sex, connected with the vagus nerve, I collected a few silicone toys suitable fur the job, ranging in length from ten to seventeen inches. I read a lot and tried out certain techniques to overcome my gag reflex, and it worked! Part of it was the will to do it, and then my favorite toy for that was a twelve inch BBC, that I can take to the balls, which is about ten inches in my mouth and throat. I noticed my body's responses, and I could feel it throughout all my erogenous zones, receiving a much different form of pleasure than I was used to.
Once night, watching girls and femboys getting off on sucking big black cocks, I used the BBC one and rapidly thrust it in and out of my throat deeply. My entire body began to respond involuntarily, leading to my first, quite incredible, hands free orgasm from vagus nerve stimulation inside my throat. Since then, I have found that smaller cocks that pound against the back of my throat still result in a strong gag reflex. Cocks longer than eight inches are much more comfortable, and I can handle being skull fucked, balls deep, often without gagging until the cum starts to flow, or I need to breathe.
Ideally, a cock up to two inches thick and ten inches long, preferably tapered, is about all my throat can handle. It's completely different on my other end, handling three inches or more in thickness, or up to twenty inch lengths, generally not both at the same time. Depth is easier with a tapered shaft, as I have discovered with an eighteen incher I really enjoy. I can essentially handle twice as much in back as I can in front. Which takes me back to the reason I became a size queen, not just due to the epic long hours of BBC fucking at the bathhouse, but also due to my further exploration into the pleasures of really big cocks, dildos, and fisting.
Having been with two BBC porn stars, the most well hung guy a couple of times, but he wasn't my favorite. The problem wasn't the size of his huge black cock, because it was legendary, it was due to the desensitization that occurred over time. He couldn't cum anymore, period. He burned himself out and those nerves didn't trigger the same bodily responses any more. I kind of felt sad for him, because it was obvious he didn't receive the same pleasure that he once did. That translated into somewhat lackluster fucking, that could last for hours on end, but lacked the feeling of intensity from a highly aroused top (or two).
The other BBC porn actor was a one-off 'meating' through an online site, while he was in town at a local hotel. I wasn't into oral then, like I am now, or I feel we both might have had a lot more fun that night. However, he did eat my smooth white ass, and it prepared me best to ride him. This guy's BBC was a solid ten inches of thick manhood, and he let me straddle him to stretch myself on his cock, before he took control. Grabbing my hips, he made rapid inward thrusts by swiveling his hips on the bed beneath me, like a jackhammer up into my guts, and it was my first experience of that sensation.
Another reason I'm a size queen is how I feel when penetrated by more than ten inches, preferably up to fifteen inches, that is
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pounding away deep within me. My insides begin to try to push it out, but the efforts are futile, because it's in too deep. It doesn't stop my body attempting to push out and bear down, resulting in a round pink donut of the beginning of a rosebud. If the rapid pummeling continues until it gets almost too intense, I'm leaking, and if I am vacated suddenly, a rose blossom blooms out, then quickly retreats. Sometimes my insides push out in pulses, only to be sucked back in, or I can be left gaping, and wide open, all based on intensity.
As a (w)hole, the black cocks I have been with are above average when compared to the white cocks, and I have been with pretty much equal numbers of both. More black cocks have been large, to extra large, and massive. I have only had one massive white cock, and a couple of large ones… none extra large. When a long cock slides in past my inner bend at around nine inches in, it helps for it to be a bit longer, to straighten out that bend from thrusting past it. Going much deeper than that make my slim belly begin to bulge out, which in itself is a turn on for me and whoever else is participating.
I have also been with a transsexual with a BBC, which I wrote about separately, like the bathhouse story. Those experiences that stand out to me most, involve more BBC sexperiences than with white cocks, where only two other moments really stand out, yet I have lots more with black cocks, which tended to be a lot larger (and that's what I was seeking).
Trying to imagine the ideal living situation for me, I feel it would involve two (or more) well hung black men living with me, or one that is really well hung and oversexed, with friends. Knowing the disparity between my two ends, it would be great to take a nine to ten inch black cock that was slimmer and shorter than the other, which would be more along the lines of eleven inches of solid thick black cock, that stays hard for hours and cums a lot. Nice spitroasting and double anal would be a regular part of our sexual encounters, which I would enjoy quite frequently.
Occasional parties with group action, me taking multiple BBCs for the duration of a night or weekend, would be exquisite. I tend to develop a bad reaction to condoms, so my preference would be that everyone is clean, and we engage is good and proper breeding when we get together. I like to feel those warm squirts inside of my throat or bussy, triggering my involuntary reactions of pleasure. Having a rotation gangbang of BBCs for my throat and two in my other end sounds like a dream cum true, and I've written plenty of fantasies about that.
I know there are guys that like tall and slim femboy type of bodies, that can handle their big black cocks without saying they're too big, or not being able to take them for very long of a duration.
As a tall and skinny femboy size queen, do you have what it takes to tame me, and make me yours?
I hope so…
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Okay man
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literally just sage and ignore