Behind Burger King: A CFNM Tale

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It started as a rumor, a good ole urban legend.
He went to our school, that I should surely mention.

None of us really knew him, but we did know what he looked like.
He was the one without a car, at 18 still riding a bike.

At first glance he looked, well, kind of like a geek.
But sweet, and kinda cute, popularity he did NOT seek.

But the rumors kept spreading, originating from the guys' locker room.
He just couldn't live it down. Just had to live with it, I assume.

But it wasn't a bad rumor, no not at all.
Discussing it at Burger King, we were having a ball.

It just seemed so funny, we laughed 'til my stomach hurt.
Talking about this rumor, revolving around this shy kid named Burt.

I guess I should share the rumor, then you can laugh with us.
Apparently, Burt had, one truly gigantic penis.

My friend, James, had said it was the biggest one he's ever seen.
Made it sound like Burt like two had legs, with a third one in between.

When Burt walked into Burger King that morning, I immediately dropped my fork.
Is that really him? I asked Jess. 'That kid with the really big dork?'

We kindly offered him a seat. He was nervous but did join us.
It took only a few moments before we started asking about his penis.

His face flushed red. But then had a delightful boyish smile.
We had soooo many questions. We may be here for a while.

He laughed, said in the locker room he drew a crowd.
Hey, it's not everyday you get to see someone THAT well endowed.

Burt said his freakish size was sometimes a huge bummer.
Poor thing, always had to wear long pants, even in the summer.

His next amusing anecdote caused me to shout.
Said once during a track meet, his dong flopped RIGHT OUT.

Full frontal male nudity, at a sporting event no less.
All of the girls were pointing; sheesh, that must have been a mess.

The more he talked about it, something hit me like a brick.
We should ask Burt to show us, his amazing 'Whopper' of a dick (hey, we were at Burger King).

He was totally open to our invitation.
To tell you the truth, he showed no hesitation.

We all went outside, went way back, behind the trees.
Burt took a deep breath, then did the rest with ease.

Down went his pants, down went his underwear.
When I saw it, I almost fainted. No kidding, I swear!

It was shaped like a normal penis; no curves, it didn't bend.
But looking down at this behemoth, I thought where does it end?

The three of us stared, for so, so long.
Three young women, our eyes fixed on his schlong.

He amused us by rolling his hips, causing his dork to swing back and forth.
Then he did jumping jacks, his giant softy flopping south to north.

For my first voyeuristic experience, you really couldn't match it.
How is it FREAKIN' possible for a guy to be that big flaccid?!

He rolled his hips again, then did another jumping jack.
His schlong hit his belly, creating an awfully loud smack.

He never asked us to get nude.
He knew that was NOT part of the deal.

This was about him showing us.
It apparently gave him quite a thrill.

We watched in amazement, his cock getting longer and longer.
When on Earth will it stop growing? We could only wonder.

He lifted it up, making it run perpendicular to the ground.
We were stunned, flabbergasted, we couldn't make a sound.

A freak of nature, sure, but also a treasure.
I managed one question, 'have you ever measured?'

He told us the number, and I thought 'jeez Louise.'
You could tell he wasn't lying. It almost reaches his knees.

One more request. We asked him to jerk off.
Poor Jess. She still couldn't get over how big it was soft.

When he lifted up his dick, I let out a gasp at what I saw.
In proportion to his cock, he had two huge, egg-sized balls.

We just stood there and watched, watched him beat off for almost an hour.
It was truly a sight. A prick as big as the Eiffel Tower.

When he came, it was a flood, one big pent-up release.
It splashed against the ground, drenching the twigs and leaves.

Ropes of semen everywhere, in fact one almost hit Kay.
Soon the show was over, and we urged him to put his dork away.

We went back into BK, laughed and finished our desserts.
'Can you believe it?' I asked, 'that giant anaconda attached to Burt?

'He should do porn,' Kay suggests. 'With a penis like that, what could be better?'

'Either that,' Jess laughs, 'or find his own special place in the Guinness Book of World Records.'

After that day, the week moved right along.
But God damn it, my mind lingered on Burt's monster huge schlong.

It was so funny. He wore glasses, looked like Urkel.
Needless to say, he became part of our inner circle.

When we had a new friend over, we'd play around just a bit.
We'd have Burt come on over, and ask him to unfurl it.

He was sort of a glorified mascot, but did he enjoy it? You bet.
He liked displaying his abnormality, greatly savored being our pet.

I've known Burt for almost 30 years.
Many laughs, many beers.

An exhibitionist at heart,
he loves to hear the cheers.

When we hang out, the nudity is surely one sided.
But judging by his cock, he surely doesn't mind it.

He also likes to show us his very special trick.
I won't give it away, but is has something to do with his dick.

We say 'congratulations! Hey, buddy, way to go!'
This following his thrilling display of auto fellatio.

He said it actually turns him on that he's never once seen me nude.
Not to say I'm mean, and I'm definitely not a prude.

It's just that our relationship's always revolved around CFNM.
Unaware what that stands for? Let's begin again.

Clothed Female Nude Male. There was a time I was new to it too.
Believe me, I know, most guys would say 'boo!'

But Burt loves going nude, a big smile coming across his face.
It is quite a hoot, watching his huge dick flop all over the place.

He loves checking me out, I often watch his eyes.
It's easy to see that they're glued to my soft, supple thighs.

Thirty years going strong.
I hope we stay friends forever. That day at Burger King? A funnier day I can't remember.

That's just my story about Burt, I sure hope it pleases.
Just a tale from '87, about with a guy with a 12-inch penis.

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