{nsfw thread ahead~}

Goldicocks, aka, size queen bottom!lwj, aka, Lan Zhan searches for the biggest, most amazing cock in the world and falls in love instead (but lucky him he still manages to find holy grail of dicks and gets to sit on it forever)

Lan Zhan played a lot of sports growing up so he was no stranger to locker rooms. Through passive observation he came to realize two things: dicks came in a variety of shapes and sizes, and his in particular seemed to be *well above* the average.

Being gay was never really a question or an issue for him, so he’d occasionally let himself look at others. Usually not even in a sexual way, but more out of curiosity. A fascination perhaps, for the diverse world of cocks out there. Or at least, in the locker room.

Then came dating. Well... “dating” might be an overstatement. And it’s fine, really, nothing to write home about but he gets to see some more cocks, also touch them, and even taste them should the occasion present itself.

His first time, due to his own research and his partner’s excitement for his larger than average dick, Lan Zhan tops. He gets similar requests with later partners. And it’s fine. He has fun and gets enthusiastic feedback on his skills.

But he’s still curious, so at the first opportunity of a partner being willing to switch, he jumps on that dick. Literally.

And, well, it’s pretty life changing.

Lan Zhan realizes all those mental notes he made on dicks — their look, their feel, height, girth, and cut— he could *feel* them from the inside. And it feels pretty amazing.

His partner isn’t even that good or that big, but Lan Zhan finds his calling.

He tries bottom as often as he can, finding that he enjoys *big* cocks. The bigger the better. The feeling of being full, ever so slightly stretched to the limit, the blissful push on his prostrate, and the gaping feeling at the end of it all...It’s heaven for Lan Zhan.

But he encounters some, uh, setbacks. First, in his search for suitable partners (read: big dicks) he encounters many men looking for the same thing as him, and there came his second problem. They wanted him to top.

He couldn’t blame them, really, because he understood the appeal. And also... he had yet to encounter anyone bigger than him.

That was a slight disappointment, but Lan Zhan found other ways to satisfy himself.

He gets dildos, plugs, pumps, and other toys to stretch him sore on days he gets an itch mediocre dicks can’t scratch. And it works... for a while.

Once again he finds something to be missing. Apart from finding most of his “dates” to be dull men with little else to offer other than a slightly larger than average cock and a lackluster lay, he also starts to feel a little empty.

In a literal sense, only toys seem to fill him so deeply he feels it in his throat. But in an emotional sense, he starts to find his hookups draining. Having to meet new men who assume things about him, who want things from him he doesn’t necessarily want to give.

Men who don’t inspire some kind of passion or— or something that Lan Zhan felt those first few times he bottomed. He’s tired of it. Also, maybe a bit lonely.

So he stops.

He resigns himself to his toy collection and the occasional and incredibly brief encounter where names are barely exchanged. And he goes on with his life.

He has a small group of close friends, a decent relationship with his family and well paying job. He thinks this might be it for him, and perhaps he should simply accept that fact. Be happy with it. He tries.

It’s a quiet life without the lustful fog of his late teens and early 20s drowning out the stifling silence. It could be worse, Lan Zhan decides. He’d rather be alone than with someone who he could only barely stand because of their large (yet still smaller than his) cock.

And then a new employee transfers from Yunmeng and Lan Zhan’s life stops being so quiet and lonely.

Wei Ying is loud and disruptive and has no tact or filter. Somehow, productivity at their branch goes up. As do profits. Apparently, Wei Ying is a genius.

He’s also beautiful. Especially when he smiles.

Wei Ying always smiles at Lan Zhan.

Somehow, despite Lan Zhan’s reserved personality and absolute lack of eloquence (particularly in Wei Ying’s presence) they become, what everyone assumes to be, friends.

Wei Ying always takes his breaks with Lan Zhan, goes to him for help on inoccous tasks, begins to drag him along on coffee runs and always remembers to get him a tea instead of coffee.

Lan Zhan is in love within months (maybe even weeks).

For the first time in his life he considers spending his life with someone. If there was ever a chance to be with Wei Ying, he’d take it, no matter his allegedly troublesome family, his propensity for annoyance, his preferred sexual role, or even the size of his cock.

Lan Zhan would still love him. Annoying and with a small cock if Wei Ying gave him the time of day. But sadly —disappointingly, heartbreakingly, pitifully— for Lan Zhan, Wei Ying seems to have no interest in such a relationship with him.

He has a partner, Wen Qing, with whom he lives and seems to already have a child with and Lan Zhan accepts that. He finds peace in the fact he’ll die lonely, pining, and without ever finding the cock of his dreams or getting the man of his dreams. It is what it is.

Until the office party, that is.

~that’s it for now I’ll post the rest later :-)

Part 2 of Goldicocks

Filthier than before! CWs: mentions of (past) fisting, unprotected sex and uhhh semi public sex?

It’s a black tie affair and +1s are encouraged. Lan Zhan is disappointed, but unsurprised, to hear Wei Ying plans to bring Wen Qing. He almost considers not going, but Wei Ying flashes him a smile and tells him how he wants to introduce them and, well. He says yes.

He's never seen Wei Ying in a proper suit, as the man always seems to opt for baggy clothes that are barely office appropriate. He expects even the slightest clean up on Wei Ying's part to completely take him apart. So, he prepares accordingly.

He sits on his biggest dildo most of the afternoon, slowly riding it, just enough to build pressure and tease his sensitive insides. Finally, he lets himself bottom out on the toy, has a pretty great orgasm, and then proceeds to dress in his best suit.

He's right on time and Wei Ying isn't, per usual. He arrives fashionably late with a beautiful woman in a low cut red dress at his arm, but Lan Zhan doesn't notice either of those things. No, he zeroes in on the fact that Wei Ying's suit seems to be two sizes too small for him.

The jacket can pass off as a fashion statement, bolero-style. But his pants. They're practically glued to his skin and leave nothing to the imagination. And oh has LZ imagined what he could have between his legs, but it seems WY packs more than he ever could have hoped for.

The long, thick outline is apparent from the zipper of his pants, down the left leg, pressed tight along his thigh. It looks almost like Wei Ying is trying to smuggle a snake inside his pants. Or a pringles can. It's a lot.

Even with his foresight and preparation, LZ feels anything but prepared for when WY makes a beeline straight towards him with WQ in tow. He manages to exchange the briefest of pleasantries with her and wait until she’s politely excused herself for a drink, to pull WY aside.

"Lan Zhan, is everything okay?" Everything is decidedly not okay, Lan Zhan thinks. He wants to see Wei Ying's dick hard. He considers getting on his knees right in front of WY and asking him to leave his partner for him and feed him his massive cock for the rest of their lives.

"You need to change your pants," he says instead.

Wei Ying looks embarrassed.

"It was my only suit Lan Zhan! It's a little old but I thought it would still fit..." WY cries miserably. LZ feels a little guilty, it's not WY's fault he seems to have a mouth watering cock that makes LZ weak at the knees. He would beg for it.

“It’s…” tempting, tantalizing, the best thing Lan Zhan’s ever seen and he hasn’t even properly /seen/ it, “inappropriate.”

“But, what else am I supposed to wear?” Lan Zhan has many ideas and most involve Wei Ying wearing very, very little (or nothing at all). If only the world would allow him to see WY’s unclothed dick, even if just once. Maybe not /right here/, though.

And, oh. In a stroke of luck, Lan Zhan remembers he always keeps a set of clean clothes in his car. A habit he picked up during his years of late night dates and hookups. Not exactly black tie, but they’ll at least fit and be… more appropriate. He offers the clothes to Wei Ying.

And that’s how Lan Zhan somehow finds himself handing Wei Ying his post-fuck spare set of clothes in the deserted parking lot. But because the world might hate him, Wei Ying begins to undress right then and there. Lan Zhan stops breathing.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh… Changing?” Wei Ying pauses, jacket off, shirt untucked and pants unzipped. It’s just barely noticeable, but because Lan Zhan is most certainly looking, he realizes Wei Ying is *not* wearing any underwear.

Lan Zhan’s mouth feels dry and he’s pretty sure he might pass out. Wei Ying is looking at him strangely. And intently. It’s not doing Lan Zhan’s sanity any favors. He should tell WY to go change inside. In the restroom, where it’s appropriate and not tempting LZ.

He seems to notice something on Lan Zhan’s face and whatever it is finally makes his face redden. “Oh. Yeah...” he says quietly “I usually don’t wear underwear, kinda hard to find any that fit me, you know?” And oh how Lan Zhan wants to know.

He wants to know so hard. He wants to take a goddamn ruler and measure Wei Ying. He wants to stuff him down his throat and choke on him until he cries and gets dizzy from lack of oxygen. He wants to ride him until he can’t walk.

“Change inside.” He manages to choke out, and to his great surprise, Wei Ying takes that to mean INSIDE HIS CAR(!!). So, Lan Zhan is forced to watch numbly as Wei Ying opens the back door, rests right on the edge of the seat and shimmies out of his skin tight pants.

And then it’s out in all its glory. Heavy and long and almost as thick as an arm just sitting in between Wei Ying’s legs. Right on top of Lan Zhan’s backseat. In front of him.

Oh, Lan Zhan thinks. He's /uncut/.

Wei Ying suddenly lets out a startled laugh, and that’s how Lan Zhan realizes he said that out loud. Wei Ying has one leg in the new pants but his dick is still naked and soft and both are staring back at Lan Zhan.

“What?” Wei Ying asks innocently, and Lan Zhan shorts circuits.

"Please fuck me." And... Lan Zhan did not mean to say that. He’s also suddenly kneeling in between Wei Ying’s legs. How did he get there? But oh god, he just asked the love of his life (who’s in a committed relationship, and *not* interested!) to fuck him.
Okay.
Yeah.
Shit.

His ears are so red he feels like someone doused him in boiling water. Guess he really /isn’t/ above begging.

Wei Ying looks shocked. Lan Zhan proceeds to weigh the pros and cons of quitting his job and moving overseas.

“I’m sorry," he says quickly, starting to stand back up, “I’ll leave.”

“No, wait!” Wei Ying catches his wrist. Flushed and eyes wide, he looks at Lan Zhan, then down his line of sight to his own unclothed dick, then back to Lan Zhan eyes. “You want… you -- you’re not drunk right?”

“I do not drink.”

“Right.” Wei Ying says dazedly. Lan Zhan follows the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows, still holding his wrist.

“Right.” He says again.Then Wei Ying kisses him.

Wei Ying is a good kisser, is Lan Zhan’s first thought. His second thought is: Oh my god, Wei Ying is kissing *me*.

His third thought is to wonder if this means Wei Ying will fuck him.

Wei Ying uses his grip on his wrist to pull him onto his lap. Lan Zhan goes willingly and takes that as a /probably/.

“Wow,” pants Wei Ying as he pulls back slightly to take a breath. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

Lan Zhan feels his face heat up. Instead of responding with something far too honest (again), he leans in and takes Wei Ying’s bottom lip between his teeth. And bites.

He feels Wei Ying’s dick twitch against his ass as he moans and, wow. It sends an involuntary shiver down his spine and suddenly they’re kissing again again and falling back into the car with Lan Zhan pinning Wei Ying down.

Lan Zhan slots his thigh further into the space between Wei Ying’s legs and gets rewarded with another breathy moan. His deliciously long dick presses up the line of Lan Zhan’s thigh and he can’t help but rut into it. Wei Ying reaches down and squeezes his ass.

Lan Zhan gasps.

“Get these off.” Wei Ying growls as he pulls at his pants-- which, why were they even still on?-- and Lan Zhan shivers again. He grinds down one more time, addicted to the feeling of Wei Ying’s slowly hardening cock against his body, before sitting up.

It’s tricky business to get his pants down in the limited space of the backseat. WY tries to help but they end up getting tangled around his ankles anyways. LZ groans in frustration as he impatiently kicks his expensive dress shoes off and slides his pants the rest of the way off

They adjust their positions so that Wei Ying is sitting in the middle of the backseat and Lan Zhan is facing him, straddling his lap. With his shirt rucked up into his armpits, Wei Ying's hardening cock rests heavy against his own and over his stomach. Finally skin to skin.

WY pulls him into another wet kiss while LZ takes them both into his hands. They rut into one another for a bit, hips bucking and LZ is already imagining what WY will feel like inside him. He clenches his ass involuntarily, then hands just to feel WY’s dick twitch in response.

Lan Zhan bites down on Wei Ying’s lips again and sucks on it until Wei Ying breaks away to mouth at his jaw and neck.

Lan Zhan looks down.

Now that they’re both fully hard, Lan Zhan gets to confirm what he suspected (and hoped for) since Wei Ying walked into that party wearing his goddamn dress pants.

Wei Ying’s cock is, in fact, bigger than Lan Zhan’s.

Already swollen and red, it's starting to leak onto Lan Zhan’s hands. He runs his thumb over the slit and it prompts a needy whine from Wei Ying against his neck.

Lan Zhan feels like laughing.

Whether a higher power is smiling down on him or this is a stroke of incredibly serendipity, Lan Zhan will not waste the opportunity he is being give now that he’s 1)sitting on the love of his live’s naked lap 2)holding the holy grail of massive cocks and 3) already prepped.

He pulls Wei Ying up for a sloppy kiss before asking against his lips “Can I ride you?”

“God, yes.” Wei Ying laughs, squeezing his hips and slowly sliding his hands down to his ass. “Do you have-”

Lan Zhan was already scrambling towards the dashboard where he keeps supplies

Like the change of clothes, the small toiletry bag was a permanent staple inside Lan Zhan’s car, ready with lube and condoms. Not even bothering to close the door glove compartment, he rushed back onto Wei Ying’s lap dropping the bag next to their legs.

Taking the lube out, he pours a very/liberal amount over Wei Ying’s cock making him hiss in response to its temperature. Lan Zhan mutters a quick apology before taking him with both hands and pumping quickly to make up for it. Wei Ying moans obscenely and bucks violently into it

Already short of breath, Lan Zhan is losing patience so using the lube that was already on his right hand, he quickly reaches towards his hole and spreads himself back to this afternoon’s looseness.

Meanwhile, Wei Ying searches the bag for a condom and rips open the first one he gets his hands on. Then, he pauses.

“Uh, Lan Zhan.”

Lan Zhan looks up at him, one hand still holding Wei Ying’s cock while the other is four fingers deep inside himself. He makes a questioning, and slightly impatient, questioning noise.

“Uh,” Wei Ying hesitates again. “These condoms won’t fit.”

Lan Zhan feels his lips part in surprise. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out and wraps his hand back around Wei Ying’s dick above the hand he’d left there. Even with both hands around him, he barely covers half of Wei Ying’s length. Right, he thinks.

“We don’t have to, you know,” Wei Ying starts, dropping the condom to the side and gripping Lan Zhan’s hips. “We can just-”

“I don’t mind.” Lan Zhan cuts him off before he can suggest anything other than letting him ride this perfect cock into oblivion.

“I’m clean. If you are too we could just.”

Now it’s Wei Ying who looks struck. His grip around Lan Zhan’s hips tighten deliciously, and he licks his lips before opening his mouth. Nothing comes out.

"You can come in me.” and with that, Lan Zhan feels how Wei Ying’s dick seizes up from between his hands. He smiles.

“Okay.” Wei Ying laughs incredulously, looking at Lan Zhan with hungry eyes. “Okay! Let’s do it raw.”

Lan Zhan doesn’t need any more encouragement than that and quickly lifts his hips and angles Wei Ying’s dick right against his hole. He shivers as the head just breaches his entrance.

“Wait!” Wei Ying pants, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” Lan Zhan says and then sinks all the way down.

They both gasp as he bottoms out. Then, Lan Zhan squeezes tightly against the intrusion, and Wei Ying lets out a strangled cry, pulling him flush against his chest. Lan Zhan wonders if this might be paradise.

Wei Ying’s dick is by far the biggest he’s ever taken. Longer than his toys, and thicker than any of his previous partners. If he had enough control over his finer motor skills, he’d reach down to his lower belly where he’s sure you can feel the tip of WY's cock pushing into him.

Not even when he briefly tried fisting did he feel quite this /full/. Hands are bony and full of sharp angles. He couldn’t tighten up and feel them twitch in response. Also, they were never the right temperature to leave him deliciously feverish like a long hard cock did.

Now though, it feels like someone poured molten lava into him and it’s slowly burning him from the inside out. And that usually only ever happened right at the end when-

Wait.

“Wei Ying,” He says tentatively, “did you--”

“Yep. Sorry.” Wei Ying chokes out as Lan Zhan seizes up again, tightening around him just to confirm that, yes, Wei Ying had just come. From simply entering Lan Zhan. And he was still rock hard.

Oh... That was /so/ hot.

LZ lifts his hips and then lets himself fall back down with all his weight, WY’s cock digging even further into him. They both moan in unison. And like a dam breaking, WY uses his iron grip on his hips to angle him up and forward, and begins to thrust frantically into him.

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying wetly pants over and over again right against his ear.

LZ no longer has control over his body as WY pounds into him at a brutal pace, hitting his prostate and setting him alight with every thrust. He feels the way his belly protrudes on the harder thrusts, he feels it all the way to his throat and he struggles to breathe around it.

In the back of his mind, he vaguely realizes they’re in the parking lot of an occupied building, and they never even bothered to close the car door. But mainly, he’s thinking about how he’s being split apart and his fingers and toes are starting to tingle from ecstasy.

He’s gripping the headrest with white knuckles and just barely keeping himself at the right angle for Wei Ying to thrust up at him, sweating into his rumpled and ruined shirt. He can feel the tangled knot in his belly tighten as his dick just barely grazes Wei Ying’s front.

Wei Ying tips his head forward and licks at his nipples, bringing Lan Zhan closer to the edge, but he tries to hold back a little longer, clenching his hole to slow down the onslaught. It has the opposite effect, as Wei Ying growls, almost feral.

Suddenly, Wei Ying pulls all the way out, and then enters him all at once while bites down /hard/ on one of his nipples. With that Lan Zhan unravels spectacularly. He feels his eyes roll to the back of his head and his ears buzz. His cock spasms between them again and again.

Wei Ying keeps fucking him even as Lan Zhan’s cock and body fall limply against him, slight tremors running up and down his extremities. He feels tears prick at the edges of his eyes. He’s not even sure at what point they had already passed the threshold for overstimulation.

Finally, Wei Ying tenses and holds Lan Zhan’s body taut against his, his cock buried in the deepest recesses of Lan Zhan’s body as he comes inside him for the second time that night.

As they both lay pressed against each other, boneless and sweaty, catching their breath, Lan Zhan thinks. He thinks about the fact that it’s been years since he’s come untouched. That despite his earlier confidence, this is his first time riding a cock raw.

He thinks about the fact that he got to have Wei Ying AND the best, most perfect cock ever on the same night.

He thinks about Wen Qing waiting inside the building while Lan Zhan has Wei Ying’s dick buried in his ass.

He sighs. “Wei Ying.” the man makes a small noise that perhaps means he’s paying attention, but just sounds blissfully exhausted. “Was this okay?” he means with Wen Qing.

“Oh Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying says, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the top of Lan Zhan’s sweaty head as its pressed against his shoulder. “This was more than okay. It was-- it was amazing. BETTER than amazing. Fuck.”

Lan Zhan feels a small flare of warmth and satisfaction at that but it doesn’t stop the guilt that’s eating at his post coital orgasmic bliss. The tragedy.

“What about…” he hesitates, and while it might be a little late for him to regret being a homewrecker, he should at least prioritize honesty. “What about Wen Qing?”

He can almost physically feel Wei Ying’s confusion as he cranes his neck to look down at his face. Wei Ying is still flushed and his hair is a mess framing the small frown on his beautiful face. “What about Wen Qing?”

“Aren’t you-- Isn’t this-- well… She’s your partner isn’t she?”

“...What?”

Wei Ying pulls Lan Zhan up and looks him straight in the eye. “Wait. Okay. Do you think me and Wen Qing are /together/??”

Lan Zhan feels a mixture of dread and hope in the pit of his belly and he can’t decide which to lean towards. “You live together.” He states. That’s a fact.

“You have a child together.”

“Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying looks so incredulous as he gently cups Lan Zhan’s face between his warm hands. “No, sweetheart. We’re just friends. A-yuan is a distant cousin we’re helping raise. We are not, have never, and will never be anything but friends.”

He tells him all this ever so gently.

“Oh.”

Somehow, despite what they just did, this feels far more intimate than Lan Zhan begging Wei Ying to fuck him. But still, this could mean-

“Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying snaps him out of that train of thought, his thumb lightly caressing his cheekbone. Distantly, Lan Zhan realizes Wei Ying’s dick is still inside him. He looks at Wei Ying’s kind eyes, then down at the beautiful quirk of his mouth. He smiles again.

“Lan Zhan. Do you want to go out with me?”

“Mn.”

~Fin…

Bonus bits below~

Wei Ying goes home with Lan Zhan that night and they fuck a couple more times. Wen Qing drove since they thought Wei Ying would drink, but ends up picking up one of their cute coworkers and has a blast the whole weekend Wei Ying is away at Lan Zhan’s. It’s great.

(A-yuan was with granny that weekend)

Wangxian try to keep it professional at work and only last a week before they’re having quickies in their bathroom or banging in Lan Zhan’s car (again) during their coffee runs.

Ofc Lan Zhan meets a-yuan and he’s a great instant dad. Wangxian+baby move into a nice soundproof apartment and live happily ever after. Lan Zhan absolutely sits on that perfect dick everyday of his life.

Additionally, Wei Ying had only ever had sex one (1) time before this. He was hooking up with a girl his first year of college and it was her first time too and he was way too big for her so she cried and then Wei Ying cried and was a little traumatized. Poor bb.

Yes he was already in love with Lan Zhan before, but though Lan Zhan wasn’t interested in him like that because he seemed to just ignore or brush off his advances. Finding out he loved him back and could take his entire length was as shocking to Wei Ying as it was to Lan Zhan.

Wen Qing, poor long suffering best friend and lesbian who should not have to deal with months of listening to Wei Ying wax poetic about his Lan Zhan, took one look at his pants for the party and said “yeah, they’re fine.” when Wei Ying asked how they fit.

Thank y'all for reading if you made it this far!!! It was a lot of fun and lmk if there's any feedback!! I'm so tired of the word cock now