My dick is big, really big. I honestly don’t mean to brag when I begin this letter by saying so; it’s the truth. Seriously, don’t hate me because I’m hung. It’s just how it is.

My penis and I got a reputation in my late teenage years, not long after high school. A few friends of mine had seen my flaccid cock in the locker room back in the day and had commented and laughed about its size. Not a problem, even though they kidded me about it now and then. There are worse things I could’ve been teased about.

But when I was about 20, a buddy and I went on a hiking trip with these two sexy young women we’d known in high school. We were all in a playful, randy mood, and the gals jokingly said they’d go with us up the mountainside if we would eat them out when we reached the summit. We said sure — so long as they sucked our dicks. We were all just bullshitting.

Well, it wasn’t much of a mountain. We were up there in no time. And — to my shock — all of what we’d talked about happened. We were together on this bluff, sitting on a sheet we’d spread out, just hanging, drinking beers and talking. And a fourway happened.

Our female friends were startled when they saw my erect, circumcised penis, and so was my buddy.

“Dammit, Scotty — you’re puttin’ me to shame here!” he said, and the ladies laughed. He had a perfectly normal-sized cock, but mine was engorged like never before, and it did look gigantic compared with his. It’s actually a little bit more than nine inches, but it’s thick and has a big helmet head, which makes it seem even longer.  Fortunately for my bud, the ladies didn’t ignore his comparatively small pecker. Both of us shot big loads that afternoon.

But one or more of my playmates spilled the beans that day. Soon, the whole town was aware that I was the guy with the “whopper.”

A couple of years later, I took a job in a different part of the state, so I lost touch with most of my friends. I would see them when I returned home to visit my parents, but that happened less and less frequently as time passed.

My folks have operated a plant nursery outside my hometown since I was a kid. But two years ago, my dad fell ill, and my mom was having trouble managing the business and looking after him. My older brother and my sister both lived far away — too tied to their married lives to jump in and help. I was — and still am — single, and my job at the time was shit, so I quit and moved back home to pitch in.

I started hanging out with old friends quite a bit. The hikers from that mountainside escapade were no longer living there, but another buddy, Skunk, was still in town — and wed to pretty Roberta. Skunk, by the way, is not so nicknamed because of any heinous odors. From childhood, he’s had a streak of white hair down the center of his scalp, like Johnny Depp as Sweeney Todd.

Roberta is what they call a strawberry blonde, and she is sweet and funny. She’s also got a gorgeous body: perfect-sized breasts and a beautiful, rounded butt. Sexy as fuck.

Skunk knew about my legendary endowment. He’d taken to greeting me by saying, “How’s it hanging, Scotty? Like I need to ask!” But he didn’t rib me about it all the time, like some of my other friends would have done. Roberta and Skunk enjoyed my company. They were even playing matchmaker, trying to find me a girlfriend.

One weekend Skunk and I went camping and hiking, and while we were drinking whiskey beside a campfire, he said, “Scotty, let me ask you somethin’. How do you feel about threeways?”

I was taken aback, but I let him explain.

It seemed he and Roberta were having some issues in the bedroom. Nothing too serious, he said. But things had gotten stale after a few years of marriage.

“We bought a bunch of sex toys,” he confided. “Dildos and vibrators, and even vibrating dildos. They changed the equation for a while. But then she got bored again, and we’re back at square one.”

They’d tried watching some porn together, but it did nothing for Roberta. Except that it made her think about bringing another guy into the bedroom. Scenes in the pornos with two guys and a woman seemed to light her fire.

Skunk took a deep breath and said, “So, that’s where you come in.”

He confessed when he’d told Roberta that I’d been known back in the day for my massive member, she’d become aroused.

“I played with her pussy, while I told her about you,” he said. “And she gushed like a goddamn geyser. She definitely wants you to be our special guest.”

I was surprised but certainly not turned off by Skunk’s idea. I told him I’d think about his proposition. And, boy, did I ever think about it! By the next afternoon when we were traveling back from our trip, I agreed to give it a go. Skunk was more than pleased by this. He said he and Roberta would have a good fuck when he got home and told her the good news.

We met for the big event soon thereafter — one Saturday night at their place. We had drinks in their living room and engaged in small talk for ten minutes or so. It was fairly awkward because we hadn’t really talked over exactly what would happen.

Roberta wore a short blue dress that brought out the color of her eyes and accentuated her sexy legs. She and Skunk were on the sofa, sitting close together. I sat apart and across from them. I knew I was going to fuck Roberta, but I wondered if Skunk would participate, too.

Roberta finally broke the ice.

“Hey, Scotty,” she said teasingly. “Why don’t you come over here and join us?” She patted the sofa to show me where she wanted me. I followed her direction. She put her hand on my leg, just above the knee.

“Guess we should have figured this out ahead of time,” I said.

“Better to be spontaneous, I think,” Roberta replied. “Kiss me.”

I hadn’t thought about whether kissing would be part of the deal.

“Sure that’s OK?” I asked. “Skunk?”

“Sky’s the limit,” he said. Not that I knew exactly what that meant. Would doggy-style be OK, along with basic missionary? Was DP on the menu? Could I run out to my car and bring back a boxful of whips and chains?

Roberta and I kissed — gingerly at first, then more vigorously. I wasn’t sure where my hands were supposed to go, but one of them found its way to her freckled arm. Soon, her tongue and mine were tangling wildly. My cock was fully hard and anxious to be set loose.

Skunk dropped to the floor and removed Roberta’s shoes. The skirt of her dress draped over his head as he pressed his face between her legs. She shifted so he could pull her panties down.

“Let’s move to the bedroom,” I suggested. “And let’s get out of all these clothes.”

When I rose from the sofa, Skunk and Roberta both eyed the massive bulge tenting my pants.

“I think you’ve got your work cut out for you, baby,” Skunk said, kind of lewdly. His face was red.

I stopped off at the hall bathroom, just to check that all systems were go. They were, and then some. When I entered the bedroom, Skunk and Roberta were already sprawled on the mattress. He wore boxer shorts, but she was nude. In the soft light, I saw her breasts and shoulders were covered with a spray of freckles. But the skin of her belly was a creamy white. Her cute pussy had a fuzzy patch crowning it — slightly darker in color than the hair on her head.

“All right, Scotty,” said Skunk. “Give us the big reveal, why don’t ya?”

Out came my hard-on, and it didn’t disappoint.

“Whoa! Whaddya think, babe?” asked Skunk.

“Oh. My. Effing. God,” cried Roberta.

She was eager to suck me, so I stripped to the buff and sat on the edge of the bed. She licked the underside of my rigid shaft, then paused to kiss my ball sac. Next, she engulfed as much of my boner as she could take. She went up and down on it for several minutes, occasionally making a futile attempt to deep-throat the whole thing. Skunk was behind her, eating her out. Now and again, she would squirm, apparently whenever Skunk moved his tongue from her pussy to her butt hole. My brain seemed scrambled. The fact that I was in my friends’ bedroom doing this stuff didn’t quite compute. But there I was, doing it anyway.

When I fucked her, it was doggy position at first. Roberta thought that that would be the best chance she had of taking my big guy in all the way. I eased my infamous, condom-covered peen into her tight cunt, very slowly at first. She gasped, but I didn’t back off. I let her catch her breath, then gained a bit more ground. She sighed, then instructed, “Slowly… a little more now. Wait! OK, go for it, Scotty.”

Having reached the hilt, I began thrusting in and out, working up speed. Skunk had doffed his boxers and was masturbating. His stiff dick wasn’t all that shrimpy — maybe between five and six inches. Roberta began sucking and licking her husband’s rod while I pounded her pussy relentlessly.

Eventually, I lay on my back, and she straddled my dick, allowing Skunk to simultaneously drill her ass. I’d never before participated in a double penetration, but it was great. Skunk came first, panting like a sprinter. He kept his spent dick lodged in Roberta’s rear, as I thrust upward one last time and exploded with one of the best orgasms of my life.

That was not the last time the three of us spent a decadent Saturday night together. We’ve experimented with some wild shit, but that mythical boxful of whips and chains hasn’t come out — yet. Skunk says things between him and Roberta are better in bed now, even when I’m not there. I hope that’s true. But I’m glad they keep inviting me back!