The house felt too large with Sarah gone.  Randy sat in the living room, the  light of his laptop screen reflecting off of his face. He stared at the browser tab, a site he had bookmarked three months ago but never dared to visit.

He scrolled through the profiles, his eyes skimming past the average and the modest. Then he saw it. A photo of a thick, dark shaft that seemed to defy physics. The caption read: Jim. Eleven inches of pure power. Looking for someone who can handle it.

Randy swallowed hard. His throat felt dry. He typed a message, his fingers trembling.

Do you actually have eleven inches?

The reply came within seconds.

Every single one. You want to see it in person?

Randy looked at the empty hallway. Sarah wouldn't be back for three days.

Come over. Now.

He sent his address and shut the laptop. He spent the next twenty minutes pacing the bedroom in anticipation. He stripped down to a pair of loose boxers. Then… the doorbell rang.

Randy opened the door. Jim stood there, a mountain of a man with dark skin and shoulders that nearly blocked out the porch light. He wore a tight grey t-shirt that strained against his chest.

"You, Randy?" Jim asked in a deep rumbling voice.

"Yeah. I am. Come in."

Jim stepped inside

"Nice place," Jim said, his eyes scanning the room before landing on Randy.

"I've never done this before," Randy admitted.

Jim grinned.

"That is the best part. Come on. Show me where the bed is."

Randy led him straight to the master bedroom.  Jim didn't wait for an invitation. He reached down and gripped the hem of his jeans, sliding them down in one fluid motion.

Randy gasped. The cock sprang free, a massive, pulsing pillar of dark flesh. It was terrifying and magnificent. The head was wide and flared, with a thick vein winding its way up the shaft.  A single drop of clear pre-cum beaded at the tip.

"God, it really is that big, Randy whispered.

Jim stepped closer.

"You want to see how it tastes?"

Randy sank to his knees. The carpet felt rough against his skin. He looked up at Jim, feeling small and fragile. He reached out, his fingers brushing the warm, velvet skin of the shaft. It was hot, humming with a life of its own.

"Open wide," Jim commanded.

Randy parted his lips. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick the tip.  He wrapped his lips around the head, the girth stretching his mouth to the limit. He tried to slide further, but the sheer size of the organ hit the back of his throat almost immediately.

He gagged, his eyes watering. He pulled back, coughing.

"It's just too much," Randy gasped, wiping saliva from his chin.

Jim reached down and gripped Randy's hair with firm authority.

"You can take it. Just relax. Open your throat and let it slide."

Randy tried again. He focused on his breathing, opening his jaw as wide as it would go. He pushed forward, sliding the thick head past his teeth. He felt the shaft filling his mouth, stretching his cheeks. He pushed deeper, the head hitting the back of his throat. He gagged again, but he didn't pull away.

He felt his own saliva lubricating the shaft as he bobbed his head up and down. He wanted to please this man, wanted to feel the full length of that eleven-inch cock inside him. He pushed harder, his throat muscles straining to accommodate him.

"Fuck, Randy, you are a natural," Jim groaned.

Randy tried to moan, but the sound was muffled by the flesh filling his mouth. He felt the tension in Jim's thighs and knew the end was coming. He prepared himself to swallow, his throat opening in anticipation of the load.

But just as Jim reached the peak, he gripped Randy's shoulders and shoved him backward. Randy tumbled onto the mattress. Before he could recover, Jim flipped him over with a powerful heave, slamming Randy's chest into the pillows and hoisting his hips high into the air.

"What are you doing?" Randy cried out, his voice muffled by the bedding.

"I can't waste this on your mouth," Jim growled.

Randy felt a hand grip his hip. Then, he felt it. The wide, blunt head of Jim's cock pressed against his tight, unused asshole. Randy tensed

"Relax for me, Randy. Just breathe," Jim whispered

Jim didn't wait for the tension to fade. He thrust forward.

The sensation was an explosion of pressure. He felt his sphincter stretch to a breaking point, the thick shaft forcing its way through the narrow ring of muscle. It felt like he was being split in half.

Jim paused, letting Randy's body adjust. Randy was panting, his heart hammering against his chest.

"You are so tight," Jim gasped. It feels like a vice.

Jim began to move. He pulled back, almost entirely out, and then slammed back in. The sound was a loud, wet slap as Jim's balls collided with Randy's perineum. Every thrust hit something deep inside him

"Fuck, Jim!" Randy yelled, his voice cracking. "You are stretching me so wide!"

Jim accelerated his pace. Randy could feel the veins of the cock rubbing against his internal walls, the sheer girth of the eleven-inch shaft claiming every millimeter of his rectum.

"I am almost there," Jim roared.

"Do it!" Randy screamed. "Fill me up!"

Jim gave one final, devastating thrust, burying himself as deep as he could go. He let out a howl, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Randy felt the sudden, hot jet of semen erupting deep inside his ass. It felt like a flood, a pulsing warmth that filled his bowels, stretching him even further from the inside.

Jim groaned, his weight collapsing onto Randy's back, pinning him to the mattress. They stayed like that for a long minute.

Slowly, Jim withdrew. Randy rolled over, his legs shaking, looking up at Jim.

Jim stood over him, his cock still semi-erect and glistening with a mixture of saliva, pre-cum, and a few stray streaks of semen.

"You handled that like a pro," Jim said.

Randy looked at the massive organ with a desire to finish what he had started earlier. He sat up, crawling toward Jim on the bed.

"I didn't get to taste it," Randy whispered.

Jim chuckled, stepping back slightly to give Randy room.

"You still want some?"

Randy leaned in and wrapped his lips around the shaft again. He licked the remaining sperm from the head, his tongue swirling around the rim. He sucked greedily, cleaning every inch of the dark flesh, from the base to the tip. He used his tongue to trace the thick vein, ensuring that not a single drop was wasted.

He looked up at Jim. "That was... incredible," Randy whispered.

"You have a talent, Randy. If your wife ever goes away again, you know where to find me."

Jim dressed quickly, and walked to the door, leaving Randy lying on the bed.