Hello, I suppose I should introduce myself before we get started. My name is Jake Cunningham and I am a twenty-six year old high school drop-out. I've been trying to get my high school diploma for a while, but honestly I'm just too lazy to get the work done.
I am 6'1" 151lbs. I'm very skinny, tall, and lanky. I've been told my appearance is skeletal. My skin is a very light brown or tanned. On occasion I've been told that I just look dirty. I have long, shoulder length brown hair. It's wavy, unkempt and unruly. I usually keep it tied back in a ponytail. I wear a pair of thin-framed oval glasses. My chin and upper lip is covered with wispy, peach fuzz. I've been told to shave multiple times, but I kind of like it. I think it makes me look rugged. They've said it looks like a strip of dirt but, I don't really care haters gonna hate, right?
I don't like to bathe or shower. I know some people find this disgusting, but I comfortable with my appearance. My friends and girl friend insist I shower a minimum of once a week. I usually adhere to this agreement.
My most impressive feature (I find) is my seven and a half inch penis. It's thick, uncircumcised and a couple of shades darker then the rest of my body. You might even call it brown. My hands are of comparable size. They've been called "freakishly large." I find they're about twice the size of a normal man's. My fingers are also unnaturally long and my knuckles are large and bony.
I've done a lot of stuff. If I was a liar; I'd tell you I wasn't proud of it. I've enjoyed everything I've done, even if it didn't win me any friends. I've been with guys, (mostly Bjs) and I've been with girls. I've fooled around with my sister and rode bareback with my cousin. I've even done stuff I don't want to mention. I once told a "friend" I was bisexual. He laughed. He told me: "You're not bisexual; you're just so pathetic you're willing to sleep with anything." I just consider myself open minded.
I think, I should state right now, that I really like to cum. I do it as often as possible. Right now I am nude, sitting cross-legged on my girlfriend's roommate's bed. I am typing on my girlfriend's laptop. Her roommate's panties are hung around my neck; I was sniffing the crotch of them while masturbating. I took them from her clothes hamper. She wore then pretty recently. I think they're from last night. Under the sheets I was stroking it, while looking at a photo of her and her boyfriend. When I came, I ejaculated into the roommate's face cloth. It is still damp from her shower less than an hour before.
I really dislike condoms. I hate how they feel. I hate how they desensitize me and I hate how they taste. I only use them very rarely. Except for the odd occasion I haven't used them regularly in about three years. I simply love cumming inside women. Ever since I first did it as a teenager, I've done it every chance I've gotten. I'm worried my sperm might be lazy. I've never gotten anyone pregnant. There was a period of about three months were I never used a condom. Nothing ever came of it.
I haven't gone to the doctor yet, because deep down inside I want to believe I'm still capable of making a baby. I like to think that when I cum inside a woman, with or without her consent, that I'm making her pregnant. I don't think it'd be the same if I knew the truth.
Following that description, you might find it difficult to believe I can get women. Getting them has never been that difficult for me. Keeping them is another matter. Usually women won't stick around longer then a one time fling. If they do, it's never anything more then "friends" with benefits. It almost seems as if they're embarrassed to be seen with me in public. I think there's a big misconception about women. Men think women are all high on themselves and like to pretend they have self-respect. I am here to tell you, you just need to push the right buttons and they drop the façade.
Occupation-wise, I don't exactly have a job. I don't have a car either, so any prospective ladies better live near a bus route. ;) Because of these financial restrictions I tend to live between three different locations. The first is my parent's house. The second is the homes of my various friends. The third (and most well traveled area) is my girlfriend's dorm room. It's in the residence of the local community college.
She is currently 21. We've been together about three years. She isn't from my hometown. She is from another city about two towns over. She used to have an aunt and uncle that lived next door to my friend. They moved a while ago. When we first met she was 16 and I was 21. I was dating another girl (who'd just turned 18), but from the moment I saw her, I knew I had to have her.
Her name is April Parker. I find it difficult to describe her. There are some things that can't be conveyed in words. I've always thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. She is like one of those girls you'd see in an oil painting inspired by Greek or Renaissance art. She has the pale complexion, voluptuous figure, dark hair and innocent face. Her beauty comes from before the modern age. It's from a time before the modern conception of what is sexy or hot was ever conceived.
She is a big girl, but not too big. She is about 5'7" and weighs about 185lbs; but she carries the weight well. A large part of that weight can be attributed to her breasts. They are exceptionally large. I believe her bra size is 38I. Despite their size they sag only slightly and are surprisingly firm. Her potbelly protrudes slightly, but it is overshadowed by the girth of her breasts. Her shoulders are narrow and her hips are wide. She has thick thighs and large buttocks, yet nothing seems out of proportion.
She has luxurious long hair that cascades down over her shoulders. It is thick and straight. It was originally a medium shade of brown. Recently, she attempted to dye it blonde. The result was a brassy color with dark brown roots. When the light hits it a certain way, it shimmers with an otherworldly sheen.
Her skin is beautifully fair. It is smooth, soft and flawless with a light dusting of peach flesh tones. Her eyes peer out from behind a pair glasses. They are oval shaped with thin metallic frames. Her eyes are bright, intelligent and easily excitable. Their shade is a light piercing green. It is so brilliant that once you glimpse them you can't look away.
Her prettiest feature is her face. It is gentle and round, with a slight double chin. She has these cute, chubby cherub cheeks. It is definitely a baby face. Her smiles are bright and brilliant. She is always smiling. She projects an air of innocence. She is pure, simple and good-natured. It is almost as if she were a little girl.
Her voice is similarly young and cheerful. It is little and cute, but not to the point where she sounds annoying.
There is a point of disagreement between April and I. She is deathly afraid of getting pregnant. She thinks that if she gets pregnant, she'll have to drop out of college. Her parents have told her they are only paying her tuition once. Neither she nor I have the money to pay a second time. There was a long time where she could afford birth control. She didn't get a lot of work during college and eventually we had to stop buying it. For the past four months or so, I hadn't cummed inside her. As you can guess, it was eating me alive.
Now, I love my girlfriend very deeply, but I cheat on her regularly. I guess not regularly, but I never pass up a chance to get laid. To me variety is the spice of life and I just can't stand being restricted to one woman. April doesn't have any idea, either. Every time she goes back home to visit her parents, I sleep with at least one other person. It's always completely unprotected unless the woman insists on using a condom. I know I should be concerned about STD's, but I figure April is going to be with me forever. What does it matter if I give her something?
I know that April will believe I am cheating on her. She always trusts me more then anyone else. She even trusts me over her parents and close friends. One time I was having this three week fling. It was with one of April's close childhood friends. The friend tried to tell her about the affair, but I convinced April otherwise. One time the friend lied to April to protect her feelings. I used this to convince April that her friend was a pathological liar.
Needless to say, the friend's gone and I'm still here. I'd still sleep with her though.
