Jimmy’s Cherries
Copyright© 2026 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A hung boy loses his virginity
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction MaleDom Rough Cream Pie First Facial Lactation Pregnancy Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Size
It was only when I turned eighteen that I considered myself something of a real man. My muscles were big, my cock was hard, and my balls were always swollen with cum.
I pumped myself in front of the mirror, admiring my big muscles as I made them bigger and harder. I never liked my body. I mean, I loved it, but I never liked how I looked, ‘cause I knew I could always be bigger, so I made myself bigger, stronger, and I will continue to do so until I’m a god, until I’m sure I’m the biggest man in the world – not just the biggest man in the world, but the biggest man who’s ever lived.
‘Cause, you know, I’m already the biggest man in the world, and I’m only eighteen!
Girls never stopped flocking to my house, so I had to move. As early as I was a little boy, I had to run away from ‘em bitches, whom I didn’t like very much, as they were all kind of ugly.
Yes, I know. I’m a bull god, and my cock is the size of a horse cock, but I’m still a virgin!
Don’t laugh. I simply do not like bitches, though I’m definitely not gay.
Anyway...
As early as I can remember, women wanted to fuck me. Got no shortage of cougars offering themselves to be my surrogate mothers, as I never knew my mom or dad.
Flooded with pussy, I always was, but I never really cared about it, though I was always ANGRY HORNY, like, so horny I felt I would go MAD!
Reason is: they’re all ugly to me.
I’m the biggest, strongest man in the world, and my cock is by far the fattest, manliest organ on the planet, and none of these bitches even come close to deserving it.
Got supermodels galore and the kinds of beauties that’d make millions a day on OnlyFans, and I’m like ... meh, whatever. Their big (fake) tits and nicely sculpted asses do little for me.
Only I get myself horny for me! Only the sight of my big, beautiful body is enough to rush some blood into my pipe and make it grow!
As I pump myself in front of the mirror (my house is full of mirrors), I feel my member engorge just like my muscles.
My chest has grown so big that it doesn’t fit the width of any mirror; I need to cover the walls from side to side with glass to get a full view of my bulging, swollen pecs, with are as car frames, and probably stronger, harder than tank armor.
They boom like explosions when I flex them! The ground shakes a little every time I pump them! I’m bigger than Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime, and somehow way handsomer!
I understand mom and dad for having abandoned me, ‘cause they were not real people. Like, real people could not have sons like me. They were gods, I’m sure that gods have better things to do than take care of children – even handsome, god-like boys like myself.
I’ve got god genes in my blood. They knew I was going to do fine no matter what - and guess what, I did! I really did.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ground shakes, mirrors tremble as I lift ‘em weight before me. The wood creaks under my naked feet. I’m almost cracking the ground underneath me. The floor has some holes spread around the gym. I cracked the floor with my feet once my weight (combined with the weight of the iron) got too much for it.
Anyway, look at my huge biceps! The veins are bigger than cocks! I pull one weight and hold it, leaving my right arm as flexed for as long as possible.
“Uuurhm! Uuurhm!”
I grunt, but I don’t feel anything. I just do it ‘cause it gets me hard, and my monster cock continued to twitch, big fat bastard engorging with gallons of blood.
My bicep is bigger than the head of a cow or a bull. Just immense!
My abs rippled under the thin shirt I’m wearing. Been pumping iron for five hours, but no sweat yet. I was waiting for the sweat to come and get the shirt sticky on my muscles, but no luck yet. I guess I’m too strong for this.
“Fuck.” I pull the weight down, and my relaxed body is even bigger, somehow. My muscles bulge and swell even when I think I’m not moving them.
I pull up my shirt and admire myself wearing only tight white boxers on my junk.
I’m eighteen now, so I guess it’s okay for me to share with you some details about myself. I’ve always been the biggest motherfucker around, and ever since I discovered my sexual power, like, the power of my penis, I’ve been the biggest piece of shit any man had ever seen, and I didn’t hold back in flaunting my massive bulge, superior muscles, my bigness everywhere, showing off how bigger I was than everyone, how supreme I ruled over all other man. Like, top Alpha male.
It’s fun, ‘cause it’s so easy!
“Uuuurhm! Uuuurhm!”
My breath alone sounds like thunder. I look and sound like a white bull. God-like.
I look at my god muscles in the mirror, and I’m so tall my head almost disappears beyond the top of this one mirror panel before me.
At 18, I’m 7’2’’, that is, seven feet and two inches.
I need to get my weight, so I climb on the custom scale I had built for myself (with weights for measuring cars or trucks, but fit for a human body), one of many, and see how much I’m worth right now.
Three thousand pounds. 3,200 pounds of pure muscle and cum.
I flash a grin and climb down from the weight. I strike some poses in front of the mirrors and make the house shake with my power.
I’m big enough to consider myself a real man, but I don’t I ain’t ever be a real man until I fuck a real woman.
That’s were Jessica comes in.
You know, I said I had to move a lot to avoid female harassment, and I did. I moved to 18 different towns in my 18 years of life, basically one different town for every year, and I chose places with mostly men so I could be as unbothered as possible, but even then, women always found me.
Anyway, the place I’m living now is a nice house in a bespoke college neighborhood. Prices here go for millions per unit, with rent, like, going $20k a month, but I can afford it with my “modeling” career, which is basically selling pictures and short vids of my body and my fat cock online.
With my mass, no one ever believed I was underage. What type of kid has the body of a bull? People didn’t even believe when I lied and told them I was in my twenties, ‘cause no way even a roided-up 20-something would have a body like mine.
Anyway, I’m 18 now, so I guess I’m cool (people don’t believe I’m only eighteen either, so who cares).
I make millions a month from this silly thing. A few pictures, that’s it, maybe a video or two, and that’s what it takes for a god like me to earn a god’s living.
Life is nice and cool when you’ve got perfect genes.
People ask if my balls are as powerful as they look. Hell yeah, they are, and I sure showed them, one day, when I filled up a condom with gallons of my seed until it almost burst!
I made millions from that minute-long video alone, but I can’t describe it to ya ‘cause I was technically underage back them, and it’s very annoying that I can’t get any graphic, ‘cause this is bullshit. Anyway, it is what it is.
Well, I’m eighteen now, and the good thing is that, whatever virility I had as I kid, it’s like, a million times more now! I’m way bigger, stronger, and more powerful, and my cum proves it!
I fill buckets when I nut – and I nut a lot, ‘cause FUCK, I’m always horny, and being surrounded my mirrors (while also walking naked most of the time in my house) is enough to get my dick instant hard any moment.
“Oooorrhh!! Ooooouuuurrhh!!”
I decide to fill up some buckets now that I’m horny and hot after the gym. I take my time, and the bathroom is mostly clean since last time I used it (cleaning is a whole other problem, and one which I won’t get into detail here).
“Oooorrhh!! Ooooorrrrhh!!”
The neighborhood shakes as I near my orgasms. I’m sure Jessica is listening – and dripping soaking wet at the sound (and quaking) of my manhood.