When Tim first laid eyes on Jason, his first thought was “Wow, he’s big.”
It’s true: Jason is not a small man. He’s six and a half feet of muscled man, built up through years of physical activity. A black belt in Judo, two tours in Iraq and the years of sheer experience that life has handed to him make Jason into an intimidating force of nature. Plus there’s the confidence that having a truly huge cock imparts to a man. Jason knows the impression he makes upon lesser males, he is well aware of the effect his aura and energy has. And he plays up to that, he uses it.
The animal magnetism of Jason ensures that he never lacks for partners.
Whether it’s women paying attention to him, yearning not so subtly for his cock to fill their aching empty pussies or men sending him oblique looks of curiosity, people have always been aware of Jason. You could almost say that the size of his dick is imprinted on his being in invisible ink, readable only in the way he draws the eye towards himself. Just looking at him is enough to convince anyone that he’s got a hefty tool in his pants.
So, when Tim saw him, he knew.
And in knowing, Tim felt a whole series of inevitable facts fall into place. Jason is huge, he has a big cock. A cock worthy of worship, of awe, of submitting to. Tim knew that he’d fall to his knees as soon as he was able, in supplication to the might of Jason’s cock. He felt it in his bones, the utter certainty of his eventual submission to this mountain of a man. That cock, huge as it was, would lay heavy and full on his tongue, he would do his best to swallow every inch of that dick. Tim felt it, the gravity of the unavoidable.
It was his fate to suck that cock.
Tim couldn’t even find it in himself to regret the situation. He meets this man, this god in human form, and of course he would kneel. Of course he would suck and lick, lave with his tongue, beg for every drop of cum that Jason could possibly give him. Naturally. How could it be any other way?
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