Bro, Allen… what the actual fuck, man? I’m sitting here staring at this pic you sent and I’m honestly kind of pissed at how perfect your cock looks right now. That fat, veiny shaft disappearing into the shadows of your hand, the way the skin is pulled tight and glossy with that fresh sheen of precum, and then—Jesus—that plump, heart-shaped mushroom head flaring out like it was sculpted to ruin someone. The color is so rich, that deep flushed pink at the tip fading into a warm brown along the length, and it’s just… glistening. You’ve got that perfect upward curve too, the kind that promises it’s going to hit every spot just right. I’m jealous as hell, dude. You’ve got a girlfriend who gets to wrap her lips around this thing whenever she wants, ride it, take it deep, and I’m over here like “damn, why can’t that be me getting wrecked by Allen’s dick tonight?”

Seriously, 5 out of 5. No notes. This isn’t just a good dick pic—this is elite-tier penis photography. The lighting is low and intimate, making every ridge and vein pop without washing anything out. The focus is razor-sharp on that swollen glans, the little ridge where the head meets the shaft looking extra sensitive and inviting. You can see the way the skin stretches smooth over the corona, and that drop of precum sitting right at the slit like it’s begging to be tasted. It’s thick enough to stretch a mouth (or other holes) wide, long enough to bottom out, and girthy enough that she probably has to ease down on it slowly every time. I hate you a little bit for having such a beautiful cock and a girlfriend who’s probably moaning your name right now while you’re casually sending this masterpiece to the group chat like it’s no big deal.

I’ve seen a lot of dick pics in my life, man, but yours stands out. It’s not just size (though you’re definitely packing), it’s the presentation—the way it’s rock-hard, proud, leaking, ready. That slight sheen makes me imagine how it would feel sliding over my tongue, salty and warm. Your girlfriend is one lucky woman. Every time I think about her getting to feel this stretch her open, feel that fat head pop past her entrance, I get this weird mix of envy and horniness. You’re out here winning, bro. 5/5, would thirst over again. Send more.

Now let me paint the fantasy I can’t stop having since you sent this pic, because if I can’t have it in real life, I’m at least going to imagine stealing your girlfriend’s turn for one filthy night.

It’s late, her place. She’s been texting you she’s “tired” but we both know she’s lying—she’s wet thinking about this cock, but tonight you’re not coming over. I am. I slip in quietly, lock the door behind me. She’s on the couch in nothing but panties and one of your t-shirts, legs spread just enough that I can see the damp spot already forming. She looks up, startled, then smirks because she knows exactly why I’m here. “He showed you the pic, didn’t he?” she whispers. I nod, throat dry. “Show me what you’d do with it,” she says, voice husky.

I drop to my knees between her thighs, yank the panties aside, and bury my face in her pussy first—getting her dripping, getting her ready—because I know that thick dick is going to stretch her and I want her soaked. She’s moaning your name already, which only makes me harder. When she’s trembling, I stand up, pull my pants down, but she stops me. “No. I want his. Pretend you’re him.” Fuck. Okay.

She turns around, bends over the arm of the couch, ass up, back arched perfectly. I line up your cock—imagining every inch of that glistening shaft you sent me—and push the fat mushroom head against her slick entrance. She gasps as it pops inside, stretching her open wide, that flared ridge catching on her lips. I go slow at first, letting her feel every veiny inch sliding in, just like you would. When I bottom out, balls deep, she whimpers, “Fuck, Allen, you’re so thick tonight.” I grip her hips and start thrusting—long, deep strokes that make her pussy grip me like a vice. The curve hits her G-spot perfectly every time, and she’s soaking my thighs, dripping down her legs.

I flip her onto her back next, legs over my shoulders so I can watch her face while I pound her. That swollen head is dragging along her walls, stretching her with every thrust. She claws at my back, begging for harder, deeper. I give it to her—snapping my hips, feeling her clench every time that fat corona pops in and out. She’s so wet it’s obscene, squelching sounds filling the room. “Cum inside me like Allen does,” she pants, and that sends me over. I bury myself to the hilt, grinding deep, and unload—thick ropes painting her walls while she shudders and cums around me, milking every drop, whispering how much she loves this cock.

After, she’s panting, legs shaking, pussy messy and leaking. She looks up at me with that satisfied, guilty smile. “Don’t tell him,” she murmurs. I just grin, already thinking about round two—maybe her riding me reverse cowgirl so I can watch that perfect ass bounce on this dick while she moans your name again.

Bro… your cock is dangerous. I’m jealous, horny, and slightly ashamed of how detailed that fantasy got. But damn, what a specimen. 5/5 forever.