Chapter 1

“Oh, hell no!” the young woman said while shaking her head emphatically. “Nuh-uh. Nope.” She immediately let out a loud guffaw, then clapped one hand over her own mouth. After that, her face seemed to be uncertain of what emotion to display, vacillating between fearful shock and incredulous wonder. With that, she began to gather her things and headed toward the hotel room exit. He noticed a single tear slowly rolling down her cheek.

She’d met him at a night club while out dancing with her friends. He wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, but he had a nice face and his body seemed fit. He was attractive in a ‘regular guy who takes care of himself’ sort of way. She couldn’t remember what he said he did for a living ... something to do with oil fields, maybe?

At the bar, he’d bought her a few drinks. They talked a bit. Though he didn’t splash his money around or show off in any obvious way, it was clear that the man had plenty to spend. They danced together. He even met her friends, who all said something like, “Heidi, you should definitely lock him down before some other woman gets to him first.”

With the alcohol in her system and her friends’ advice in her head, she agreed to accompany him to his hotel room. “Why not have some fun, Heidi?” she asked herself. “It’s my 22nd birthday, after all. I’m supposed to be celebrating. And I haven’t gotten laid since Jeremy and I broke up, like... 4 months ago!”

So, she had happily gone with him to his hotel, just across the street from the club. Once in his room, she began to aggressively make out with the man she’d met only a few hours before. They slowly began to peel away each other’s layers of clothing. She felt her panties becoming wetter with each teasing touch of his lips on her neck. Each time his large hands would palm her round ass, she would moan.

Finally, Heidi found herself wearing nothing more than her bra and panties. Like a man who’d been wandering in the desert and miraculously found a cold, clear stream, his eyes drank in her shape. She slowly descended to her knees and began to remove his belt. Once that had been tossed aside, she unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down, where they puddled at his ankles. For only the briefest moment, she inhaled his manly scent as her quivering hands found the waistband of his boxer shorts. With a flourish, she pulled his underwear down, freeing his manhood. Over ten inches of thick trouser snake sprang up and slapped her on the chin, heavily.

She froze. Her jaw dropped. The thick slab of cock meat bobbed and swayed in front of her face. Any sexual arousal she’d felt before rapidly dissipated. Purely on instinctive curiosity, she reached up with one hand, grabbed the heavy hog and began inspecting it from several angels. She no longer looked at him as a sexual being, but merely as an oddity. Like gawkers on the midway during a circus freak show.

She felt her loins tighten in fear, and that’s when her brain decided to kickstart itself again. As soon as she realized that she was holding the man’s tremendous tally whacker, she let go of it as if she’d been holding a red-hot skillet. Acting like she was backing away from an armed intruder, she never let her eyes stray from his priapic pecker as she began to quickly re-dress herself.

It was at that point that she began to speak. “Oh, hell no! Nuh-uh. Nope.” and shook her head repeatedly while she grabbed her purse and exited the room.

He was left standing by the bed, naked except for the clothes wrapped around his ankles. As the door automatically closed behind her, he sighed and plopped down on the bed, then quickly fell backward. He pulled a pillow across his face and screamed into it, cursing his poor luck with women.

“Every guy I’ve ever met says he wishes he had a dick as big as mine,” he thought. “And no one believes me when I tell them it’s more trouble than it’s worth.” After yelling his frustrations into the pillow a few more times, he fully removed the tangle of clothing at his ankles. Then, with his shoulders slumped forward, he made way to toward the shower, where he set the water temp as cold as it would go, and stepped in.

He was already finished with college and had a good job. The only thing he felt like he was missing was a relationship that didn’t involve paying someone for sex.

Even before he’d hit puberty, Henry “don’t call me Hank” Giddings had known his penis was abnormally large. He remembered his mother commenting on it while giving him a bath when he was still in kindergarten. Later, he had endured the taunts and insults from the other boys in gym class when they had to shower communally after class. This continued in every situation where he was forced to be nude around other people, so much so that he became extremely self-conscious about his oversized equipment. He did everything possible to keep it hidden from anyone else’s sight.

Like many other boys, when he hit puberty, his entire body seemed to explode with growth. Coupled with his active exercise regimen for football, he cut an impressive figure at six feet tall, and one hundred eighty pounds of lean muscle by the time he was 15! As the rest of his body lengthened and grew stronger, his already-large dong kept pace. So that by the time his youthful sprout ended, his flaccid prick eclipsed most men’s full erections. Also like other boys during puberty, Henry found himself immensely interested in the sensations that centered on his immense member.

And while most boys had a ‘favorite’ sock or shirt they would use during self-pleasure sessions, Henry found those insufficient for his needs. When his balls released their payload, a single sock or cotton t-shirt simply couldn’t contain the mess he created. One weekend morning, while cleaning out the garage, he found an old metal bucket - really, more of a small pail that had once been filled with sand and used as an oversized outdoor ashtray. Henry cleaned it up and began to use it to contain his load during his explorative sessions. Of course, he didn’t make enough spooge to fill the bucket. Not all at once, at least, but he liked the idea of the wide opening – it made it easier to make sure his spend ended up in the bucket, instead of wildly strewn all around on the carpet. He found that he could then simply empty the bucket into the bathroom toilet and rinse it out ... no muss, no fuss.

“What is making that weird noise in your room?” his mother asked one late afternoon.

Genuinely confused, Henry asked, “Huh?”

“When you were in there, a little while ago?” she continued, “I walked down the hallway and I could swear I heard something ... kinda reminded me of when I was a little girl, lying in bed during a big thunderstorm ... the way the rain would pound on that old metal roof we had.”

Henry’s face flushed with embarrassment. “Huh, that’s ... weird.”

“It’s probably not a big deal, whatever it is,” his mother said. “But it seems like I hear it a few times every day. Maybe it’s psychosomatic...”

“Yep,” Henry relaxed and quipped, “you should definitely go see a head shrinker, Mom.”

She slapped him on the butt playfully as he headed back toward his bedroom. From then on, Henry put a small towel in the bottom of the pail, muting the sound of impact as his jizz jets hit the bucket.

As his teen years continued, he was as sexually hopeful as anyone else his age. And, as one of the captains on the football team, he had plenty of dates with young hotties. But every single time the girl got brave enough to reach for his package, she would back out.

Some shrieked in horror. Some of them laughed and made fun of his ‘deformity’. Some of them cried and apologized before begging to be taken home right away. And before long, his reputation for having a donkey dick was pretty well-known among his peers.

Thankfully, he hit it off with Cindy, a cheerleader from another high school, one town away. They had met during a church-funded festival, marking one of the few times in his life Henry was thankful for attending anything church-related. At Cindy’s insistence, the two approached things slowly, going on several dates before they even kissed. In the end, she was the one who initiated their first back seat session in his hand-me-down car. They had agreed to go to the drive-in movies together – no double-dating this time, just the two horny, hormonal teens doing their best to fog up the windows in the old Chevy.

When the feature movie finally started, they’d already been making out for a while in the back seat. When she freed his whopper of a wang, she simply stared at it, eyes bugged out, as it twitched and leaked precum. Once Henry saw he look on her face, he resigned himself to another evening of beating his own meat and began trying to wrestle the beast back in his pants. She stopped him.

“No, don’t put it away yet,” she said, almost as a whisper. “It’s ... it’s so big ... wow. I mean, it’s not like I’ve seen a bunch of ‘em to compare it to ... but yours is ... wow.” She tentatively reached out and began touching it, inspecting it, caressing it.

Henry’s curiosity got the better of him. “So, what other men have you seen naked?”

“Just one time when I accidentally walked in on my dad while he was changing clothes,” Cindy said, still focused on Henry’s dick. “And the ones in drawings or sculptures at the museum, of course.”

Even while answering Henry, she’d never slowed her investigation. “It’s so warm! Gosh. How ... how do you even walk around with this thing?”

Henry shrugged. “I dunno. I don’t think about it except when it gets hard. Then I just worry about trying to hide it ... I guess I’m used to it.”

“I’ve never done this before, so you’ll have to tell me if I do something wrong, okay? I don’t wanna hurt you or anything.” She kindly offered.

Though he felt completely lost with lust, he tried to calm himself enough to seem poised, “Just squeeze a teeny bit harder ... oh ... yeah, that’s good ... now move your hands up and down ... yeah ... yeah, just like that. Please don’t stop.” Henry moaned quietly. She kindly followed his instructions. Since she couldn’t get her fingers around his girth, she added her other hand to the effort. Then,, with both hands squeezing the circumcised monster before her, she began to slowly stroke up and down, watching his face for his reaction. Henry’s eyes closed and he whimpered.

“Wow...,” Cindy whispered again, almost reverentially, while she ran her hands up and down his aching rod.

Henry opened his eyes and looked down his body at her sweet face, so full of amazement. “That’s ... that’s really good ... uhm, could you ... will you lick it?”

Cindy paused her movements and seemed to ponder his request for a moment. She’d heard her older sister talking about naughty stuff before, claiming that you could make a guy do anything you want just by sucking his dick. Cindy gave a tiny shrug and said, “Okay. But I’m not gonna suck it, okay? There’s no way this thing will fit in my mouth.” With that, she resumed her gentle jerking action on his prong and leaned her head down toward it.

Henry could feel her warm breath on his package, which caused his cock to lurch and force a large glob of precum out the tip. His first instinct was to grab her head and force it onto his needful, twitching pecker. But he wanted to act suave, and certainly didn’t want to hurt Cindy. So, he just clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut while attempting to hold back the inevitable explosion.

His cock continued to lurch and eject bubbling dollops of precum. It drooled lazily down his shaft until her hands massaged it into his flesh with her gripping gyrations. Somewhere, deep in the back of his mind, he knew he should warn Cindy about the volume of cum to expect. But his mental state was so fogged and fractured that he never consciously considered it. So, when her tongue touched his sensitive cock head the first time, the dam burst.

The first blast hit her upper lip, just under her nose. In shock, she instinctively backed her head further away from the firing flesh cannon only to be hit by the next salvo, which striped across her cheek and into her gaping mouth. Rope after rope after rope of his creamy cum painted her countenance. So much so that by the time his cock stopped spasming, her entire face was plastered, from her hairline to her dainty chin. Her eyes were glued shut, some of it was in her hair, some of it was on her forearms and hands, but most of it oozed slowly down her face.

“Oh my God!” Cindy exclaimed in a breathy whisper.

“I’m so sorry, Cindy,” Henry stumbled to apologize. “I should have warned you or something. I’m so sorry. Please don’t be too mad.”

Feeling his cock begin to soften a bit, she finally let go of it and brought her hands up to scoop his jizz from her closed eyelids. “Give me something to clean it off.” She instructed Henry. Even as she spoke, tiny drooling tendrils of his seed hung from her face tenuously. They would certainly dribble and spatter onto the vinyl seat beneath her very soon. He panicked and looked around the car for anything that might help. He found some old fast-food napkins in the glove box and handed those to her. Once she’d used them, she said, “Keep ‘em coming, there’s still a lot more of your ... stuff.”

Out of other options, Henry pulled off his undershirt and handed it to Cindy. She was able to use it to clear away the lion’s share of his syrupy scuzz. When she was done, she held out his soggy undershirt to him. “Uhm...,” he said, “okay.” Using two fingers, he took the soaked garment from her and gathered up all the sodden napkins. Wadding all the messy items into a ball, he made sure his pants and dress shirt were properly buttoned up before taking the mass of cum-drenched cloth and napkins to the nearest trashcan.

By the time Henry made it back to the car, Cindy had straightened her clothes and was sitting primly in the front seat, watching the movie.

“Listen,” Henry said, taking her hand and looking into her eyes. “I’m really sorry, Cindy. Like I said, I know I should’ve warned you, but it just felt so good that my brain just kinda ... shut off for a minute.”

Cindy sighed and kissed his cheek. “You’re darned right, you should have warned me! I mean, is there always that much of it? In health class, they said it would be like ... a tablespoon or maybe two, at most. But you ... wow! It felt like you dumped a whole carton of sticky milk on me!”

“Yeah,” Henry nodded. “Sorry.”

“No! You don’t have to apologize for having so much of it. I just didn’t like being surprised, is all.”

Henry nodded and shook his head in shame.

“But I asked you a question – is there always so much of it? Like, every time?” Cindy wanted to know.

Henry shrugged, “I dunno. I think so.” He began to pout, certain he’d be driving Cindy home for the last time very soon.

“Wow,” she whispered again. Then, she cleared her throat that said, “Well, we need to get a few things straight, mister.”

Still remorseful, Henry nodded his head. “Okay.”

“First, I’ve told you before that I’m saving myself for the man I marry. I meant it then and I still do. No matter what you say or do, I’m not going to have intercourse until my honeymoon,” she stated with certainty.

Like nearly every other boy faced with that situation, Henry knew there was no use in protesting. Obviously, he prayed that she would change her mind in the near future, but there was nothing to be gained by forcing the issue. ‘Go along to get along’ was the motto of every hopeful teen boy. So, he replied, “Okay.”

“Good,” she said. “And the second thing is that you can’t just surprise me like that.”

His heart sunk again. “Here we go ... time for her to kick me to the curb,” he thought.

She continued, “Next time, you gotta warn me.”

His heart raced. “Next time?”

She grinned at him and said, “Yeah ... next time.”

For the next 2 ½ years, Henry and Cindy dated exclusively. They adored one another in a way that only happens when smitten by one’s first real taste of teen love. Which, looking back on it, was less about ‘love’ and more about lust disguised as something sweeter. Regardless, they cared for one another deeply and even talked marriage on a few occasions, though not seriously enough for Henry to begin shopping for a ring.

True to his word, he never forced the issue of premarital intercourse. Though he did hint at it with hope many times.

On one such occasion, the two had been in the back seat once again, but fully naked. They had explored, licked and caressed one another for some time while parked at the end of a long dirt road, near the lake. As laid on his back, she stroked her fists up and down his shaft, occassionally licking the tip of his twitching rod. “Ya’ know,” Henry said, “since you’re down there already, you could try putting just a little of it in. I mean, if you want.”

“I told you, babe,” Cindy said, “I can’t get it in my mouth, it’s too big around.”

“Actually,” Henry responded, “I wasn’t thinking about your mouth.”

And though she never told him, she was aching to feel someone inside her. Her sparse pubic hair dripped with her happiness, and she itched deep inside. But she held true. “Babe, I’ve told you that I made a promise to myself and God to stay a virgin ‘til I’m married.”

Henry nodded is head in resignation. “Sorry, I was just hoping ... ya’ know.”

“I know, babe,” Cindy said with genuine empathy. “But I made a promise. Besides, this thing is so big that at it makes my vagina hurt just thinking about trying to squeeze it inside. Not like a good hurt either ... like a scary kinda hurt.”

Henry nodded again, “It’s okay. I understand.”

“But I still wanna make you squirt,” Cindy said with renewed enthusiasm. “But tell me before you do, okay?”

Henry replied, “I know, I know ... you don’t like it on your face, I’m supposed to aim at your boobs instead.”

Cindy nodded and smiled, “Yessiree! Now, you just tell me when you’re close, okay?” During the time they’d been dating, the two teens who began as clumsy beginners slowly became more experienced and confident with each other. She had patiently instructed him on how to use his fingers and tongue to bring her to great peaks of pleasure. She had also taken so many stray ropes of his jizz across her face and tongue that she’d begun to develop an affinity for the tangy flavor he provided. But she really did hate having to clean her face and redo her makeup. So, she tried to get him to shoot his goop on her breasts, whenever possible.

She then picked up the pace of her stroking activities. Within a few minutes, Henry grunted and said, “I’m close...”

Cindy rearranged herself so that her chest was directly in the line of fire. She kept up her jerking efforts and watched with wide eyes as Henry unloaded onto her firm teenage C-cups. Once his spasms ended, she leaned down and took just the very tip of his cock head between her lips, nursing the remaining globs of his fertile seed straight from the tap.

On the rare occasions when they had plenty of time, she would sit and massage the majority of his cream into her chest, moaning with pleasure as she slid her finger tips through the slimy scuzz until it slowly became crustier. In those cases, Henry’s prick would either remain hard, or quickly regain its rigidity as he watched her playing in the gooey batter his balls had brewed, tweaking her own little nipples as she did so. If she felt inclined, she would treat him to another delightful tug job and allow him to paint her torso with another monster load.

When Henry received a football scholarship to a large university, Cindy was crestfallen. She had prayed that he would decide to follow her and attend a small, Christian-based college only an hour from their hometown. Instead, Henry would be moving to another state to pursue his education, when not strapping on a helmet and shoulder pads.

Though they promised to stay in touch and visit one another as often as possible, the relationship only lasted a few more months. Soon, Cindy had found a handsome suitor at her own school and broke things off when Henry with a lengthy, tear-soaked phone call.

So, Henry once again found himself eligible in the dating pool as a star athlete with his pick of available college cheerleaders and other floozies. Sadly, his experiences dating in college were much the same as they’d been before he met Cindy. Every single girl that eventually chose to go far enough with him to see his naked dong freaked the hell out and ran away. Literally. They ran away. Sometimes still half-naked and carrying their own clothes in a wadded heap and they sprinted away from Henry’s horribly large hog. Obviously, most of those girls had no malicious intent. They were simply scared of what a penis that size would do to their fertile folds, and rightfully so. But all Henry knew was what he saw; every girl that saw him naked quite literally ran away from him.

Henry’s self-esteem sank further, feeling as if he truly was the circus freak that so many of his peers had called him, teasingly. To add to that distasteful brew, for a short time, he developed an unhealthy distrust of women in general.

During a holiday break, he visited his parents. After his father had gone to bed, Henry and his mother had a few more drinks and he drunkenly admitted his state of mind to his mother. Ever the supportive woman, she did her best to console him and repeatedly told him that he would find the right woman eventually, he just had to be patient. Eventually, he would meet a woman who appreciated his ... talents.

“But you don’t understand, mom!” he slurred. “I’m the only guy on the team that’s still a virgin!”

In her own inebriated state, she wasn’t thinking clearly. So, she just said the first thing that sprung to mind. “Maybe you should just go find a hooker then.”

If he had been sober, Henry would have been fully gob-smacked by his mother’s comment. Instead, he was perturbed because he hadn’t thought of it himself.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” He drunkenly wondered aloud.

“‘Cause your father and I didn’t raise you that way,” she answered. “But if all you’re worried about is popping your cherry, then I bet you could find a working girl that would be happy to help you out. Just remember to wrap that rascal,” she chuckled. “I’m too young to be a granny.”

Henry nodded. “Yep. Gonna do that ... gonna wrap it too,” With that, he stumbled to his old bedroom and passed out, face down on the bed, still fully clothed.

Several days later, Henry did find a call girl who took his virginity. He had rented a motel room in his hometown and gone out looking for a hooker that wasn’t hideous to look at. The first couple of girls he’d deemed peg-worthy only saw the outline of his package in his chinos and had begged off before they’d even begun to talk about pricing. Finally, he was referred to an escort service by the motel manager. “Be sure you tell them up front what you want,” he advised. “Trust me on that ... I learned the hard way,” he gave a cold smile.

Henry called the number and spoke with a smoky-voiced woman who assured him that she had just the right girl for the job. She was experienced enough that his first time would be one he’d want to remember, and she was a size queen. When a confused Henry had asked what a size queen was, the madam had explained it to him.

“Perfect,” he said, “is she available tonight?”

“Yes, she is, sugar,” she replied. “Seven o’clock work for you?”

At promptly seven o’clock, he answered the knock on the motel room door, and he introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you, Henry. I’m Laci, with an I”, she said while shaking his hand. His first thought upon seeing her was that he should have been more specific about his preferred body type. ‘Laci’ was probably in her late thirties or early forties. Guessing from the width of her ass, the thickness of her legs and ankles, and overall matronly vibe, Henry assumed that she’d already had at least two kids, though he allowed that it was possible that she’d just been a bit on the heavy side her whole life. He also noticed that she wore the same fashions as the girls he went to college with, though her body shape and the lines on her face made her style choices look desperate. Or at the very least, she looked odd.

Since he’d already spent the money, having given his credit card info to the madam over the phone, he gave a mental shrug and invited Laci into the room. They spoke for a few minutes and Henry began to feel more at ease. Her ‘people’ skills were quite good. She had a way of making a person feel important; like she’d been waiting all day just to talk to them. It was endearing and Henry found himself wondering why the woman wasn’t selling cars or real estate instead of spreading her legs for strangers. He shook those thoughts away and forged ahead. They undressed one another.

Once again, she made Henry feel calmer, less stressed about the situation. As soon as it was swaying free, Laci was very complimentary of his endowment. She ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’. Though he knew there was a very good chance that she was likely only acting, she was quite believable, and he mentally applauded her effort.

She sucked almost half his meat into her warm mouth while jerking the rest of the shaft. He quickly exploded into her maw, which caused her to cough and choke, allowing a river of his cum to drool across her chin and drip onto her slightly saggy C-cup tits. He noticed that some of it even came out her nose!

He didn’t feel guilty about having cum in her mouth. As a matter of fact, when his dick stopped twitching, he reminded her to brush her teeth before they continued. She did not react adversely, but followed his orders, using the time alone in the washroom to also fix her makeup. By the time she returned from the bathroom, he was ready to go again.

Henry had heeded his mother’s advice and purchased a package of XL condoms from the pharmacy earlier that day. Laci rolled one of them onto his proud pecker and pushed him back to lie on the bed. Then, she straddled his hips and took his entire veiny sausage into her moist mommy canal. Henry looked at the juncture with amazement, watching as she slid her furry box up and down his meat with seemingly no discomfort. She wasn’t as tight as he’d hoped, and once again, he assumed that was because her well-used twat had squirted out some kiddos. In the moment, he found it was easy to gloss over those less attractive traits of hers and instead to focus on the sensation of her willing body rising and falling, accepting his full staff with plaintive grunts, and offering a very believable performance of her delight. Henry didn’t know if she was faking all of it, and he didn’t really care.

And so, on that early December day, just a few weeks removed from his nineteenth birthday, Henry finally lost his virginity. The longer Laci stayed, the less physically attractive he found her. Admittedly, she still had many fine qualities, but Henry wasn’t looking for a relationship, or even a friend. He was only interested in the one-time experience of paying to lose his V card. After that, he prayed that he’d find a girl his own age that would want to join him in bed. “Someday soon,” he prayed.

When he felt himself getting close again, he warned Laci.

“Normally, I’d tell you to just shoot inside the rubber,” Laci said while her hips continued to piston up and down. “But I’ve seen how much you cum, and I do not need another baby right now. So here,” she pulled herself off him and moved down his body. Quickly pulling off the condom and tossing it toward the waste bin, she once again took his cock her mouth, urging him to finish there again. He did. After a few more minutes, she cleaned herself up again, re-dressed and thanked him before departing.

“I think I’ll just chill here for a while,” he thought, “After all, I’ve already paid for the room for the whole night - no sense in running out right after I bust a nut. Twice.” Henry took a shower and relaxed in the motel room. He ordered a pizza and watched television until late in the evening, when he finally fell asleep.

He got back to his parent’s house the following morning to find his mother relaxing at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and her morning cigarette. She allowed herself a maximum of three smokes per day: one with coffee, one after dinner and one after sex with her husband, on the increasingly rare occasions that occurred.

“So, how’d go, handsome?” she asked as he poured himself a cup of java.

Henry quickly answered noncommittally, “Fine.”

“No, really. How did it go? Was it everything you hoped it’d be?”

He thought about it for a minute before responding with a sigh, “It was fine, like I said. I mean, I’m glad I did it, but there wasn’t any real ... fire between us, ya’ know?”

His mother nodded. “I hear ya’. So, was she ugly, or was she old and fat? Huh? Did she at least have all her teeth?” she laughed and slapped the table with joy.

“Har har,” he replied sarcastically and immediately decided to have some fun with her. “Yes, she had all her teeth. I know because she kept ‘em in a glass on the nightstand until we were done.”