Chapter 1

I'm a mid forties male, happily married with two children. My wife and I have been married for 18 years and have a very active sex life and a very secure marriage. We read some of the stories posted here, and I decided to tell my story. This is not a story trying to convince people that all women love big cocks because not all women do. This is my story about the first time I discovered an older married woman that truly appreciated me and my cock. Just to let you know, my cock is a healthy seven inches when flaccid, which is larger than most men when hard. When hard it is 8-1/2 inches long. My wife jokingly calls me Rocco, because she says my cock is practically identical to the porn star Rocco Siffredi.

The truth is when I was in my early teens I was kind of embarrassed of my size. In junior high school, after taking a few showers after gym class, word got around about my size and I got teased some. I came to think my dick size made me some sort of freak. I also experienced some embarrassing moments. For example, getting hard in a public place, like in class. Guys, you know how it is when you're a teenager, getting hard happens at a moments notice. In the eighth grade I had a class with a hot teacher, she would wear tight fitting tops, short skirts and heels and she liked to prance around. Well one Friday, about halfway through class she let us go to our lockers to put our books away. This would allow us to not have to stop by our lockers after class. She had an open discussion when we returned while leaning her ass on the front of her desk. Her skirt rode up her pantyhosed thighs. I got hard as a rock while watching her and letting my mind wander. Suddenly, the bell rang to end class for the week and I stayed in my seat while everyone else eagerly ran out of the room to go home for the weekend.

I was hoping my cock would deflate quickly but that didn't happen. After a few moments the teacher asked why I was still in my chair, my face turned red and I didn't answer. "Go on now Chad, get out of here and go home." I stood up, my cock was raging hard and was tightly stretching my jeans, she immediately realized why I stayed seated. Mrs. Morrison's jaw dropped open and her eyes grew wide. "Oh God!... I... I... I mean, OK, you can sit back down for as long as you need too" she said and swiftly ran out of the room. I was so embarrassed, but I shouldn't have been, I didn't know this at the time but it made a lasting impression on her. She actually called me years later right after I graduated from high school, her and her husband were in the process of moving away, he was out of town and she wanted me to help her move some heavy boxes. Well I did move some boxes for her, but what she made clear to me from the instant I arrived at her place was that what she really wanted was a good hard fucking, and I gave her one. By that time I had become good at sensing when women were interested in me, and I eagerly fucked attractive older women whenever I got the chance. As a matter of fact, I preferred being with older women than girls my age because they were so horny and knew what they were doing. This is my story of the first time a woman made me realize that my cock was nothing to be embarrassed about.

By the end of my Junior year in high school, I had had intercourse once and a grand total of two blow jobs, and to be honest, none of these early situations resulted in good results, for me or the girl. But my lacking sex life exploded the first week of summer vacation thanks to Mrs. Mitchell. In a million years I would have never thought that Mrs. Mitchell could be such a horny person. Once again it started with what I though could possibly be an embarrassing situation.

While growing up we lived in an upper middle class gated community. I loved it there, my best friends lived there. We had basketball courts, soccer fields, baseball fields, Olympic sized swimming pool, golf and tennis courts, etc. My Junior year was a month from being over. I had a friend ask me if I was interested in being a life guard over the summer at the pool. He explained that two life guards were needed and that we would have to pass a course that included CPR and first aid, and a swimming test to become certified. We easily passed both the class and the swim test. I was looking forward to the job, I could walk to the pool in seven minutes and I would be getting paid to sit by a pool and check out females, this was a dream job for me.

The Saturday before my first day on the job a package arrived at my house. In this package were some instructions and a time table for things to do, break times, lunch etc., a whistle, a first aid kit, and two pair of "official" lifeguard swimming trunks. I swallowed hard as I held up the trunks. They were bright red, with a white circle on each side, inside of the white circle was a red cross and life guard written under the circle. What concerned me was that they were Speedos. There was a note with a phone number on it to call if for some reason the trunks didn't fit. I went to my room and put them on, just as I feared, there would be know way to conceal my big dick. I called the number and recognized the voice, it was Mrs. Sanders, a crabby old lady that had helped teach the life guard class. I didn't know how to explain my predicament, when she reminded me that I signed up for a size 32 waist, and then asked if they fit, I said, "yes, it's not the fit, it's the type of shorts they are" she promptly cut me off and told me that "you will wear the official suit while on the stand, or find another job." What a cranky woman. When I took my shower the next night I closely shaved my whole crotch area, I didn't want any pubic hairs sticking out from under these ridiculous trunks.

I didn't sleep well Sunday night, I could vision scenarios that could happen causing me embarrassment. Finally an idea popped into my head. Yes, I had come up with a solution. I decided to wear an 'unofficial' pair of shorts to cover my 'official' swimsuit. Our school colors were red and white and I had a pair of gym shorts (remember gym shorts?) that were solid read with white trim, it had my high schools name was written on the left thigh. I slid them off after I was on the stand, and when I had to leave the stand, while seated I simply slipped them on without any fuss. This worked like a charm because when seated on the five foot high stand I could keep my legs in positions so no one could really see my dick. Of course, if something happened in the pool I would not have time to put them on, but I would deal with that when I had too.

There were two lifeguard stands, one towards the deep end, this was my stand, the other stand was at the shallow end and the kiddy pool, this is where Mike was stationed. The third day of my new job, Wednesday, turned out to be a turning point in my life. It was not very hot and it was overcast that day, hardly any people at the pool. I saw Mike get down from his stand to go take his 15 minute afternoon break. He made his way around the pool and stopped at my stand "see those three women at the table over there near to my stand?" I glanced at the table and recognized one of the three moms. "They've been talking about you, saying how nicely you've matured and filled in and what a good looking guy you are. One of them said she wished you would stand up so she could get a good look at your 'package.' Maybe you should show them." Mike was my good friend and he was teasing me.