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Subject: Being Big
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Being Big
Okay, be honest. Most guys wish they had a big middle leg.
And lots of women like to look at them, or hold them and stroke
them and kiss them and lick them and . . . Uh, a big cock can be
fascinating and distracting. But it can be a problem, too. A
BIG problem.
I found out early in life that what I carried between my
legs was more than just something to piss through that gave me
good tingles when I rubbed it. At the school I attended in the
late 70s, whenever I took showers after gym class, other guys
would stare and hide their own cocks and everyone got quiet. The
guys would be laughing and talking real loud, but when I walked
in and hung my towel on a hook, the noise level dropped consider-
ably. Just like a redneck bar gets quiet when a black guy walks
in. Or a guy in jeans walks into a formal party. I was defi-
nitely not welcome.
Just hanging long and limp was bad enough, but somehow it
excited me having all eyes on me. I'd stand under the spray of
the shower and the blood would pump into my prick. Soon I was
there trying to hide a boner as big as my forearm, a next-to-
impossible task. Even then, the guys wouldn't say anything. Oh,
outside the locker room they'd call me "Big Jim" or "Killer" or
"Queer Bait," but in the sanctuary of the shower, I only sensed
admiration and jealousy.
I've watched those tv talk shows where all guys with endow-
ments were called egotistical and how we didn't care if we hurt
our partner or not, and it really pissed me off because I'm not
that way at all, thanks, in part, to an early experience of mine.
My stiffening cock was an attention getter, all right, in
the shower and out of the locker room. Word got around school to
the girls and the teachers. The girls stared at me in awe and
giggled to each other. But it was a foxy young history teacher
whose husband died in Vietnam that broke me in.
I stayed after school one day to work on a history paper.
Mrs. R., my teacher, was about 24 and had shown an interest in me
and that afternoon she was especially attentive. And I didn't
mind at all. Particularly when she asked me point blank if the
tales about me were true. I didn't sham ignorance. I knew
exactly what she was about. So I admitted that the stories were
true. She smiled, her brown eyes looking so damn sexy.
"Prove it," was her challenge. No problem. I stepped away
from the desk as she turned the lock on the door. I hauled out
my already-stiffening cock and the look on Mrs. R.'s face spoke
volumes, affirming that her interest was more than idle curiosi-
ty. The man was an A-1 cockhound. Her eyes bugged at the sight
of my joint. Her breathing got rapid. She smiled hungrily and
her nostrils flared and she actually drooled just a little. She
definitely liked what she saw and I certainly enjoyed her appre-
ciative attention.
"Don't tell," was all she said as she fell to her knees and
put her lips on my cock. Shit, but that felt good. Since I made
absolutely no move to resist, Mrs. R. grabbed hold of my ass
cheeks while she kissed and nuzzled my prick. Her finger mas-
saged and squeezed while her lips and tongue went all over my
cock and balls. When she finally opened her mouth for my meat, I
was ready to pop. Just as her lips tightened around the base of
the shaft, I let go, shooting my stuff right down her throat. she
swallowed every thick drop like she was dying of thirst, gulping
and snorting, all the time trying to get more and more of me into
her mouth. If she'd been able to, I honestly think she would
have taken my balls into her mouth along with my dick.
She moaned, letting her tongue roam around my cock, keeping
me hard and wired. She took her mouth away and sheld my hard
tool as she looked at me. "James, that's the best tasting cock
and cum I've ever had," she said. She seemed genuinely en-
thralled with my meat and I liked being the object of her atten-
tion. I also wanted more of her mouth action.
"Let me see you," I said to Mrs. R., curious about what she
had. She stood up, reluctantly releasing my cock, and took off
her skirt. Her pussy was covered with blonde hair and she was
having her period, but that didn't keep her from rubbing her clit
and her face turned red as she got closer to cumming. When she
came, I was amazed at the contortions her face and body made.
She convinced me to strip and lie down on a table and she pro-
ceeded to give me an all-over tongue bath, licking under my arms,
sucking my nipples and kissing her way down my belly. The entire
time her hand never left my jewels. She seemed to be worshipping
my body with her mouth. She kissed my short 'n' curlies, washed
my hefty sac with her wet tongue, then turned me over. She
licked at my ass crack and I gasped when her mouth attached
itself to my asshole.
Mrs. R.'s tongue twirled around my sensitive anus then
pushed its way inside. I gasped as her warm, wet oral muscle
wiggled into and up my chute. It was a brand new sensation that
I loved and I knew I'd always want it.
My cock was bent downward, sticking between my legs. Mrs.
R. had been holding and squeezing it and as her tongue made its
way into my bowels, a powerful shudder went through my body, like
a mini-orgasm, and I felt my cock shoot a healthy dollop of fluid
into Mrs. R.'s palm, which she used as a lube to let her fist
glide smoothly up and down my rod. To tell the truth, her tongue
kept pressing against my prostate, giving me a succession of
those little orgasms. I loved it.
"Eat me again," I told her. I'd quickly realized the thrill
of being the object of Mrs. R.'s attention. The feeling of power
added to the physical pleasure of her mouth and hands on my cock.
As her lips again encircled my rigid prick, I felt a definite
surge of conquest, of superiority. I also felt Mrs. R.'s fingers
probing my asshole and as my dick slid into her wet mouth, one of
her thick digits slid up my ass. Ah, I was in heaven. Mrs. R.
bobbed her head, my spit-slick prick pistoning in and out, for
quite some time before I let go another hot, thick load which she
gulped with as much eagerness and joy as she had earlier. Before
I left, she mentioned again that I not tell anyone what she/we
had done. She had only been teaching for two years and a scandal
would ruin her.
I wasn't going to tell. In fact, I wanted more and Mrs. R.
seemed just the one to shelp me discover more thrills. I'd also
decided I wanted to fuck her ass. I didn't tell her that then,
but I sensed it would please her. Mrs. R. gave my crotch a
parting squeeze as I left her class, smiling about what had just
happened and knowing that things were going to really be differ-
ent for me in the future.
It was Tuesday after school when I got Mrs. R.. She locked
the door and I quickly stripped, proud of my stiff cock. Mrs. R.
again fell to her knees and immediately began sucking on it.
When it was good and wet, I stopped her.
"I want to fuck your ass, Mrs. R.," I told her. She smiled,
glanced at my prick with a twinge of fear in her eyes, then
looked up at me.
"Lynn," she said. "Call me Lynn. Yes," she whispered. "Do
my ass." In a minute she was leaning over her desk holding her
ass open for me. I let a long dribble of spit fall, hitting her
crack and running into her wide (and evidently well-used) hole.
I aimed my cock at that gaping entry and as soon as I lodged the
head inside, she said, "Shove that fucker in me, James! Do me
hard!"
With a powerful thrust of my hips, I plunged the entire
length of my cock up her rectum, driving the air out of Lynn's
lungs with a whoosh. Like an animal impaled on a spike, Lynn
thrashed and twisted and whimpered, but all the time she kept
telling me how great it felt and she urged me to fuck her. I
pistoned my cock in and out of that tight, gritty hole, enjoying
the sense of supremacy I felt as I screwed my teacher in the ass.
I fucked her deep and hard for about twenty minutes until I
felt the tell-tale tug in my gut and I shoved hard. My cum shot
out hard and washed out her bowels, sort of a sperm enema. I
pulled out, my wilting dong covered with cum and butt butter, and
I told Lynn to lick me clean. I didn't think she would, but she
did.
In the days and weeks that followed, I fucked her face and
ass and cunt whenever I could. But we farted around and got
caught. She got fired, I got expelled, and I didn't know where
she went. But she'd taught me how to use this thing.
Through the years I've had experiences with women who love
to look, feel, even suck my cock but who could not fuck it. My
9½ inches is too long for the average vagina and painful even if
I managed to fit it in. (It's also pretty thick.)
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