Big Dicked Bruce

Hey guys - not my standard fare, but I saw a thread on GSS forums where someone asked about a very specific niche of story, and I couldn't resist writing something. This one's free for y'all, and I'll be releasing it on GSS too.

Thanks to everyone for giving me space while I have a stupidly busy year. My health is a lot better. I appreciate all the well-wishes.

Without further ado... here's Big Dicked Bruce.

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He always walked with a swagger.

You know the guy.  There’s at least one in every gym.  He’s a big guy, lots of confidence, knows all the other meatheads like they’ve been bros since kindergarten.  He wears deep cut tanks that show off his pecs and baggy sweats that still brush against his ass.  I always figured he was compensating.

I’m the short guy who buys muscle fit tees.  I look buff online, but I know who I am.  Four inches rock hard, flexing hard to look good for the ‘gram.  I was feeling good about myself, taking a quick shower after my lift when Bruce stepped through the door and found a spot.

“Hey dude,” Bruce said, barely glancing over.

He twisted on a faucet and stepped into the cloud of steam, moaning softly and letting his muscle relax.  I’ve seen the guy lift.  He earned that body.  And when I glanced down... shit, he earned that swagger too.

And yeah, I know, nobody earns their dick size.  It’s not like fate or karma or whatever, but Bruce was at least eight inches soft.

“Shit,” I swore without thinking.

He glanced over at me with a confused look.

“It’s just... shit bro,” I said, trying to sound casual.  “You’re hung as fuck.”

“Yeah,” Bruce chuckled, like he’d heard it before.  “I’m the whole package.  They call me Big Dicked Bruce”

Great.  Hot, hung, and he liked puns?  I could feel my knees going weak.  I could feel my hole twitch a little, and I barely even bottom.

He caught the look in my eye.

“Sorry bro,” he chuckled again, grabbing his dick and giving it a squeeze.  “I’m into bigger guys.  Little dudes are cool, but they can’t take the beast.”

I could feel my voice crack.  I felt like I was in high school again.

“Maybe... I could... just... um... suck it?” I stuttered.  “There’s a private bathroom down the hall... and I uh...”

He held up a beefy hand and looked at me with kind eyes.

“Whoa brother,” he laughed.  “Like I say, I’m into bigger guys.”

He had to be eleven inches hard.

---

My cheeks burned red on the drive home.  I wasn’t embarrassed about hitting on a dude in the showers, but getting turned down for being small?  Damn, that hurt.  And did he mean small like... I was too short?  Or small like... I was too short, y’know?

Cause I get it.  I’m a tiny top with a small cock.  I’ve had lots of dudes laugh at first, but once a guy’s under me, they always come back for more.  And the ones who got away, they didn’t really bother me... but none of them had been attached to eleven inches of meat.

I turned up the Dua Lipa and tried not to stew.

My roommate was home when I got there.  I tossed my gym bag on my bed and sat my ass down next to Kevin on the couch.

“What’s got your jock in a knot?” he sneered at me.  I’d like to say we had more in common, but I picked a roommate based on sexuality, so I guess I deserved all the cattiness I got.

“Hot dude at the gym,” I moaned.  “Totally not into me.”

“He could be...” Kevin teased.

“Don’t start that shit again,” I said, rolling my eyes.  Kevin started reading all these stories about guys getting hypnotized to fuck, then he got so into it he actually took a class on hypnosis.  Claims that dudes fight to fuck him now, but I haven’t seen the evidence.

“Hey, relax,” he said, his voice suddenly serious and far away.  “You feel so calm and sexy...”

I nodded.  He was right.  Sure, maybe Bruce blew me off at the gym, but I was a hot piece of ass.  I felt so calm... so sexy... so sleepy...

I yawned, even though it was barely sunset.

“Flex for me,” Kevin whispered.  “Flex for me, and tell me about this guy.”

I stood up and peeled off my shirt.  Yeah, that felt right.  Double-biceps and... pose.  Good boy, a voice echoed in my ear.  Such a sexy slut...

I slipped off my shorts and felt my cock spring up and slap against my skin.

“His name’s Bruce...” I moaned, moving into a side chest pose.  “And he’s like... at least 6 foot 8.  And his cock is the biggest I’ve ever seen.  It doesn’t look small, not even on a giant like him...”

Spread my lats.  He wears these stringer tanks.  Flex my triceps.  I wanna suck his nipples.

Kevin snapped his fingers and... I don’t remember.

I woke up with the sunrise, naked and happy.

---

Kevin came with me to the gym.  I go everyday – it’s the only way to get a body like this – but Kevin’s more of a Drag Race and dance club gay.  He looked so out of place in his bejewelled tanktop.

“So which one’s Bruce,” he asked, staring at all the muscle. His gaze stopped and he stared.

I saw where he was looking.  Sure enough, Bruce was working a squat rack, pushing his ass to the limit.  Leg day.  I loved leg day – he was wearing these running shorts that let you see every detail.

“Never mind,” Kevin said, licking his lips.  “I figured it out.”

“Yeah,” I sighed.  “That’s Bruce.”

“Big Dicked Bruce,” Kevin smirked.  “You don’t know what’s coming for you.”

“Don’t,” I winced.  “That hypnosis crap is embarrassing.  You know nobody believes it, right?”

“Hey, relax,” Kevin chuckled.  “You love the gym...”

My head spun for a second... weird... but he was right.  I fuckin’ love the gym.  The weights... the sweat... the dudes...  Before I knew it, we were slotted in at the next slot rack over from Bruce, loading up plates so I could grow my ass like a pro.  I unracked the weight while Kevin struck up a conversation with Bruce.

“Hey,” Kevin said, leaning against Bruce’s squat rack.  “I’m Kevin.  Don’t think I’ve seen you around?”

“Hey,” the giant said with a chuckle.  “I’m Bruce.  I basically live here.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Kevin said.  “You must lift a ton.  Up and down.  Up and down...”

“Yeah,” Bruce shrugged those big shoulders.  “If you wanna get big... y’know?”

“Up and down,” Kevin repeated, not breaking his rhythm.  “Up and down.”

I’d seen him do this trick a hundred times.  The fucker even tried it on me a couple times.

“Yeah...” Bruce repeated, unsure how to leave the conversation.  “Up and down.”

“Up and down.”

“Up and down.”

Up and down, I thought, squeezing my glutes at the top of the motion.  Up and down.  I glanced at Bruce in the mirror.  He had a glassy look in his eye, sort of staring off into space.

“Down,” Kevin was saying.  “Down... down... down... into the depths...”

“Into the depths...” Bruce repeated.

Shit... I lost count.  How many reps had I done?  My ass was burning.

Up and down... down... down...

Up and down...

I landed the bar on the rack with a loud clang.  Oh my god... I was fuckin’ exhausted.  I leaned forward on the bar and tried not to throw up.

“I’ll see you later Bruce,” Kevin said.  “It was good to meet you.”

“Uh, yeah bro...” Bruce said with a confused expression plastered over his face.  He ran a hand over his buzzcut, unsure what had just happened.  Whatever it was... he was turned on.  I could see his cock tenting out his shorts, barely hidden by his stringer.

“C’mon Connor,” Kevin said, tapping me on the chest.  “I think that’s enough for today.  Let’s go take a steam.”

I followed him back into the locker room, barely able to walk.  My legs were gonna be so sore tomorrow...

---

I was recuperating with an ice pack when there was a knock on our door.  Kevin jumped up and sashayed over there, giving me a knowing wink as he went by.

“Hey Bruce,” Kevin said brightly.  “Come on in.”

Heavy footsteps in the front hall.

“I... uh...” Bruce’s voice struggled to string together a sentence.  “I don’t know why I came here.  I was just driving home from the gym, and uh...”

“It’s okay,” Kevin said.

He lead Bruce down the hall and into our living room.  The brawny man was still in his gym clothes, that monster of a cock at full alert.  He looked out of it, like he’d just had the most intense workout of his life.

“Oh, hey, uh... Connor?” Bruce said, seeing me on the couch.

“Hey Bruce,” I said, giving him a chin nod, like we were handing off the bench press.  “I should go... give you two some time alone...”

“Hey,” Kevin said to me with a smile.  “Relax.  Why don’t you hang out with us.”

Okay, cool.  Yeah.  I mean... it’s my apartment too.  Why shouldn’t I hang out with Kevin and his new friend.  I felt so warm... so welcome... so friendly...

I yawned, even though it was barely sunset.

“Take off your shorts,” Kevin suggested.  “Take off your shorts.  Let your cock hang free."

I ignored my aching glutes and stood.  Kick off my shorts, leave them in a pile on the floor..  My cock flopped out, soft at first, but I was getting hard fast...

“Maybe... uh... maybe I should go?” Bruce asked, unsure what was going on.

“Don’t worry Bruce,” Kevin smirked.  “Don’t worry.  You should let your cock hang loose too.”

Bruce shook his head, but he followed Kevin’s instruction.  Damn... maybe Kevin really could hypnotize people.  Bruce seemed really zonked.  A minute later he was seated in a chair across the room, his big dick dripping precum while we talked.

“Go ahead,” Kevin told me.  “Ask him about his dick.”

Ask him about... really?  But then again, hadn’t we talked about something like this?  Maybe last night?  I couldn’t really remember.  I’m such a fuckin’ meathead.

“So, like...” I said, looking at Bruce and realizing what I had to ask. “Do you like having a big dick?”

“Oh, yeah dude,” Bruce lit up.  “It’s the best!  Everyone wants me to fuck ‘em, and all my bros treat me like a king, and... I dunno dude, it just makes me feel confident as fuck, y’know?”

He put one hand on his cock and gave it a tug.  More precum dribbled down his cockhead.  He was so fuckin’ hot.  I scratched my stomach, making sure to pull up my t-shirt and show off my abs.  I wanted him to want me too.

“Yeah...” I said, not sure why I was saying it.  “You like being a big guy?”

“Fuck yeah bro,” Bruce grinned.  “I started lifting in high school, can’t get enough of it.  And I got lucky on height, makes me a real beast, huh?  Some of my straight buddies are assholes about gay stuff, but they don’t say shit to me – I can take ‘em, right?”

“Which buddies?” Kevin asked bluntly.

“Huh?”

“Which buddies?” he repeated.  “That are assholes about gay stuff?”

“Oh,” Bruce blushed.  “Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to...”

“Don’t worry Bruce,” Kevin said, watching the giant man relax in his chair.  “Just tell me which buddies are assholes about gay stuff.”

“Um... like, Kieran and Eric are both jerks to gay guys... but they’re cool with me!”

I knew exactly who he was talking about, even if I didn’t know their names.  Two of his buddies who acted like he was god – one big guy with red hair and a powerlifter body, one tightly muscled asian dude who shot me dirty looks in the locker room.

Kevin glanced at me and I returned a knowing look.  Yeah, I could point ‘em out for him.  But not right now.  Right now I had to ask...

“So... you like big dudes, huh?” I prompted.

“Oh yeah,” Bruce gushed like a teen girl with a crush.  “I love when a dude’s big and beefy, y’know?  A dick like mine... there’s no other option.  L’il dudes can’t take it.”

“Don’t worry Bruce,” Kevin interrupted.  “It’s okay to admit it... big guys don’t do it for you.  Short dudes are hot.”

A wave of disorientation passed over Bruce’s face and his eyes seemed to drift out of focus, but his hand never stopped stroking his cock.

“Yeah...” he said after a long minute or two.  “Yeah, sorry, I got mixed up,” he laughed.  “Short dudes are like... way hot.”

Kevin gestured at me to stand up and turn around.  I did it without thinking.

“Check out Connor’s ass,” Kevin told Bruce.  “Isn’t it perfect?  So tight and round...”

“I’d fuckin’ kill him with this thing,” Bruce laughed.  “Short dudes are sexy as fuck, but buddy... I’d wreck that hole.”

“Don’t worry Bruce,” Kevin said, making him even more relaxed.  “We won’t judge you, just cause you’re cock is too big.”

Bruce was starting to go cross-eyed, and a little bit of drool was leaking from the corner of his mouth.  Something was going on inside his head.  I’ve never been hypnotized, but it was like he was waging a war in there, fighting against whatever Kevin wanted him to believe.

“Kev... I’m not sure if we should...”

“Hey, relax,” Kevin shot back at me.  “Just sit down and rub your cock.  You’re happy I’m fixing him and his asshole friends.”

I felt my eyes cross too, and suddenly I got it.  Kevin was doing me a big favour.  A warm glow rose up inside me.  Bruce was getting exactly what he needed, and so would Kieran and Eric.  I couldn’t wait to see them on our couch, zoned out and slack jawed.  Kevin was a real buddy, using his hypnosis to help me out...

I played with my cock while he worked, getting myself revved up for whatever happened next.

“So... like... you know?” Bruce asked timidly.  “My dick is kinda... like, everyone says I’m so lucky, but I can’t fuck the guys I wanna fuck, y’know?  It’s too big...”

“Don’t worry Bruce,” Kevin assured him.  “It’s okay that your cock is useless.”

“Yeah...” Bruce slurred.  “What’s the... the... what’s the point... what’s the point of having a big dick when you wanna fuck tight holes...”

“I bet you wish you had a cock like Connor’s,” Kevin teased.  “That’s a real man’s cock.”

I felt my heart swell with pride.  Yeah... my cock was smaller than Bruce’s, but guys love it when I fuck them.  A real man...

“It’s so much better than mine...” Bruce moped.  “My dick is so fuckin’ useless...”

“Small is better,” Kevin said in a singsong voice.  “Real men have useful cocks...”

“Small is better...” Bruce repeated, his hand dropping away from his pole.  His eleven inches were still leaking precum, but he didn’t seem interested in it anymore.  Instead his eyes were trying to focus on my cock, all four inches of it.  “Connor’s a real man...”

“Don’t worry Bruce,” Kevin said confidently.  “You’ve got a hot hole.  Nice and tight.  Good and small...”

“I need a real man to fuck me...” Bruce moaned, shifting on the couch.

“Yeah you do,” Kevin smirked.  “Your hole is for cum, isn’t it?  Good and tight...”

“Yeah...” Bruce admitted.  “I’m such a hot little hole...”

Kevin snapped his fingers.  Bruce’s new life began.

---

I woke up with the sunrise, naked and happy.

I couldn’t believe Kevin made me wait to fuck Bruce.  I don’t really remember the rest of the night, but Bruce was gone in the morning, and I was horny as hell.  I gripped my cock and grinned... I’m so fuckin’ sexy.

I pulled on a jockstrap, then thought better of it.  Why hide my cock?  I wanted everyone to know how small I am.  I needed them to know that I’m a real man.

It caught Bruce’s eye right away.  He was on the bench press when I walked into the gym, and I could see him staring when I headed to do pull ups.  By the time I finished my first set, he’d ditched his group of buddies on the bench and was coming over to chat.

“Hey,” he said, sounding a little nervous.  “I... uh... I was wonderin’... if you wanted to hang out sometime.  I mean like... um...”

“How about my place,” I said smoothly.  “I’ll be done my workout around seven.  Meet me there after?”

“Yeah,” he grinned.  He glanced down and saw my cock hard against my gym shorts.  “You’re so fuckin’ hot Connor... I’m sorry I was such a dick to you the other day...”

“Yeah, well...” I shrugged.  “Big Dick Bruce, that’s you, right?”

“Yeah,” he blushed.  “It’s so fuckin’ useless, right?  Like, what’s even the point?”

I looked down at his shorts and realized I couldn’t see his bulge.  He must have been wearing a jockstrap for once.  And for that matter... he wasn’t wearing his typical stringer tank either, just a t-shirt that was at least two sizes too small.

“Went for the medium, huh?” I said, flicking the fabric on is chest.

“Yeah,” he said with another blush of embarrassment.  “I mean... small’s better, right?  But I can’t fit, so I gotta go medium til I can lose some weight.”

“You’ll get there,” I encouraged.  I pictured Bruce as a bodybuilder instead of a powerlifter.  Cut the gut, shave down the body fat percentage, focus on aesthetics... yeah, he’d look hotter with a cut body.

“Thanks Connor,” he grinned, practically vibrating at the encouragement from me.  “I uh... I gotta get back to my bros,” he apologized.  “But I’ll see you tonight?”

“Sure thing bud,” I promised.

I watched as he hurried back to his buddies.  Something else was different... the swagger!  He wasn’t walking around like he owned the place anymore.  Now he was taking these mincing little steps, more worried about keeping his cock contained than showing off.

Over on the bench, Kieran was giving him shit about something.

---

I didn’t get home until 7:30.  Kevin was chatting with Bruce on the couch.  The big man was sitting with his legs tightly crossed, his thick legs wrapped together in an attempt to hide his cock.

“Hey Connor,” Bruce said, jumping up eagerly.  “I’m sorry, I got here a little early...”

“He couldn’t wait to see you,” Kevin chimed in.  “Bruce is supposed to go for a beer with his buddies later, but I convinced him to blow them off.  You’ve got all night.”

“Yeah, your roommate’s super cool,” Bruce gushed.  “He’s gonna go downtown and meet up with the guys instead.  Let ‘em know i can’t make it.”

“Yeah,” Kevin agreed.  “I’ll take care of ‘em.  Can you believe they were making fun of Bruce at the gym today for ‘acting gay’?”  Kevin actually did the air quotes as he said it.

“Kev’s a good guy,” I said to Bruce, catching the wink from my roommate.  “Hey, why don’t we head to my room.  You want a beer or anything?”

“No way,” Bruce shook his head.  “I gotta watch my weight.  Tryin’ to slim down, remember?”

Kevin smirked.  I pointed Bruce at my room and grabbed a beer from the fridge.  By the time I got there, he was sitting on the bed, his knees pressed together, his shorts swallowed up by his meaty thighs.

“What’s with the shorts?” I asked.  “You weren’t doin’ legs.”

“Uh... yeah,” Bruce said with embarrassment.  “That’s why the boys were makin’ fun of me.  But small’s better, right?  And these are my smallest shorts... I ordered more online though, with a three inch inseam?  They’re gonna look so tiny on me...”

I could see a precum stain on his shorts.

“You’re not worried it’ll show off that cock?” I teased.  “People are gonna get the wrong idea.”

Bruce blushed.  He’d be doing that a lot from now on.

“I got a big dick,” he said with annoyance.  “Nothin’ I can do about that.  Wish I had one like yours... a real cock... but I’m stuck with this useless fuckin’ thing.”

I climbed on top of him and we locked lips.  It was everything I’d dreamed of, except instead of an overconfident gym rat, it felt more like I was making out with a newly out college kid.  Who happened to be the size of an overconfident gymrat.

“Take off that shirt,” I ordered.  “I wanna suck those nipples.”

“They’re too big,” he sighed, but he obeyed anyway.  Whoever had the smaller dick was in charge, at least in Bruce’s mind.  And somehow that thought had mutated a little already – small was good, no matter what.  Clothes, muscles, cocks... Bruce was now the opposite of a size queen.

His nipples were just the right size.  I spent a good hour exploring his body with my tongue and my hands, making sure I got the full experience before his diet made too much progress.  A guy like Bruce was never gonna be small, but he was getting smaller from here.

Not like I was doing all the work.  Bruce wanted to please me and you could tell.  He took his time enjoying my body, his sweaty skin pressed up against mine.

Except for his cock – Bruce wouldn’t take off his jockstrap, no matter how much I asked.

“It’s too big,” he complained.  “You wouldn’t have any fun sucking it.”

And then he’d dive onto my cock, making me forget what I was thinking about.  I was the star of the show, and Bruce was eager to make me feel good.

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Flip over,” I said.  “Get up on your hands and knees.”

I pulled out my lube and started him nice and slow.  His ass really was tight.

“You ever been fucked before?” I asked, getting a second finger in there.  “You’re pretty tight.”

“Good and small,” he gushed proudly.  “I’ve tried a couple times, but... anyway, it’s the only option, right?  My dick’s too big to fuck with.”

“Yeah,” I agreed with a note of sadness.  I wouldn’t mind if he’d try to fuck me just once.  But Kevin had done too good a job for that.

I slid my cock inside him soon enough.  He gasped at the sensation, but quickly opened up.

“Ooooooohh...” he moaned.  “You’re so small...”

“Yeah,” I grinned.  “You like that bitch?”

“I’m a bitch?” he gasped as I pounded his hole.

“Yeah,” I smirked.  “A little bitch.”

“Mmmmm....” he moaned, burying his face in my pillow.  At some point I reached forward and grabbed his cock, pulling it so that the top six inches were outside the jockstrap.

“No...” he begged.  “It’s so humiliating...”

“Just this once,” I whispered in his ear.  “C’mon... you’re my little bitch, aren’tcha?”

“Yeah,” he moaned, letting my hand slide along his shaft.  “I’m your little bitch...”

Ten minutes later I blew my load, setting off a chain reaction and making his cock jerk like a firehose.  Sticky cum flew out all over my sheets.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he gasped.  “Cum’s s’posed to go inside me.”

Big Dicked Bruce started licking it up off the sheets, trying to get the cum before it soaked in.  Whatever.  Let the bitch do what he needs.

The real man got off.