I suppose that most people are envious of me and would love to have my huge dick. If you don't have one and I mean a really big one, not just 8 or 9 inches erect, that's what I am limp, then you probably have no idea the problems it causes. For instance, I can't sit down on a regular toilet without it hanging down into the water...what a pain. I've had to get one of those thick seats to compensate. And,I can't wear a normal bathing suit... thankfully baggies are now back in style.
Anyway, for as long as I can remember, I have always stood out in the crowd (no pun intended) in the genital department. The ironic thing is that I'm not a very big guy otherwise. My name is Leonard, I'm almost 5'-10" and have a slight build. I've never been athletic, always preferring to read a book or fiddle with my coin collection. In high school, I was somewhat of a loner and it always embarrassed me when the guys would refer to me as "tripod" in public. You're probably thinking "what's embarrassing about that," but the fact is I didn't date girls, preferring to focus on my studies, and it made me feel self conscious when girls would point in my direction and giggle to one another.
Before I proceed with what happened my freshman year in college I should probably give you the "details." Although I've gained a few pounds now, when I entered college I was at my full 5'-9 and a half inches tall, but I liked to say 5'-10", weighed in at 135lbs, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, and of course glasses. I'm sure the details you are more interested in is that my dick measures 9 inches limp and grows to a whopping 12 inches when I am fully erect. As far as thickness goes, I've always put objects next to it for comparison instead of measuring around it with a measuring tape. While I'm not as thick around as a soda can, I come pretty darn close, it is more the thickness of a lot of shampoo bottles. I guess that's always been an easy comparison in the shower.
On to my story...I received a full academic scholarship to a well-known university in the South and showed up that first day with a complete "deer in the headlights" look. My roommate, Brad, was a workout freak from Nebraska who always wore his shirts a little too tight to show off his muscular physique. It wasn't long until we were known as "Mutt & Jeff" by everyone in the dorm. The only way I gained any respect from him was the time he walked in on me dressing. "Holy shit Len!" "Do you work that thing out or what? How did you develop such a huge love muscle?" I got all red in the face and tried to hide myself, but the cat was out of the bag. I suppose that's how it all began with Dawn. Gossip spreads quickly about the new freshmen, but usually its junior and senior guys checking out the incoming girls.
Dawn was the Captain of the football cheerleading squad and to say she was the ultimate female specimen would be a clear understatement. I had never dated in high school, but I had smuggled a fair share of Playboy magazines into my room and she could have been stacked up against any of the playmates of the month. Dawn was a legitimate 5'-10", which is actually very tall for a cheerleader, considering the way the guys have to lift and throw them. She had a "Barbie" type figure with slim hips, long tan legs that never seemed to end, and big round tits that looked like two grapefruits attached too her slim torso. I have always been attracted to brunettes with brown eyes and Dawn had both with a gleaming white smile that I know made her dentist proud. Of course Shania Twain wasn't even on the scene back then but looking back on it, she had that type of look with an energetic bounce and twinkle in her eyes.
The first time I encountered Dawn was during freshmen orientation. Someone had arranged for the Cheerleaders to brainwash us into school loyalty and hatred toward the rival University not too many miles up the road. My eyes immediately locked on Dawn, as I'm sure several thousand other horny freshman guys did. Every bounce and thrust of her pom poms had my eyes glued to those fabulous breasts with period glances down the length of her golden tan legs that I'm sure she had worked on all summer. I remember daydreaming about whether her breasts had tan lines and if she covered her perfect ass with a thong bikini when she laid out. I quickly had to stop that thought process because I felt myself getting hard and it was uncomfortable as hell to get a 12 inch hard-on if I hadn't already positioned myself correctly in my pants.
After the Rah Rah session, I turned around to head back towards my dorm room with my hands in my pockets, to keep the monster headed south, when I heard a female voice call my name, "Leonard!"
Not recognizing the voice I slowly turned and raised my head to see my dream goddess, Dawn, springing towards me as she tried to catch up. As she stopped in front of me, her hair wind blown, but in a perfect sort of way, I uttered a meek sounding, "Hi." She was even more perfect up close as she looked slightly down at me with those sparkling doe brown eyes and enrapturing smile. "Hey, one of the guys on the team knows your roommate and he said you really didn't have any friends to hang out with yet. How would you like to get the unofficial campus guided tour of all the hangouts?" I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming, alive, or had been transported to heaven and could only manage a questioning stutter,
"A a arre ya ya you serious?"
"Sure," "My names Dawn, by the way." "I'm a senior, but I remember my first week here and how lonely I felt, and well, I hate to see the same thing happen to other students."
"Great!" I said, slowly getting myself together. "What day and what time?" Dawn lips caused my dick to start growing again as I focused on the way her glossy pink lips pursed as she replied. "Tomorrow at 4 o'clock at the rec center, dress casual."
"I'll be there," I said.
"O.K. Lenny, I can call you Lenny can't I?"
I quickly shot out a "Yes, that's fine," when in fact no one had called me Lenny since about the first grade, but I didn't care what she called me. The fact was the Captain of the cheerleaders, Dawn Ashton, was talking to me, a lowly freshman, and a geek at that. I was snapped out of my trance by Dawn's melodious voice singing, "See you tomorrow Lenny!" and with a wink, she was turning, her mini cheerleading skirt barely covering her ass, swaying first back and forth and then up and down as she pranced off in the direction of the girls dorm.
I was in heaven as I plopped onto my bed and thought about what had happened to me. I felt like masturbating right then with the hard-on I was sporting, but decided against it. Who knows, I thought with the way my luck was going, maybe I would score. It would be a first for me. As I put all this down on paper, I realize that I should have been a little more skeptical about a popular cheerleader seeking me out, but I was caught up in the euphoria of the moment and the sincerity she portrayed. Little did I know what she had in store for me.
Classes whizzed by the next day and I hurried back from my two o'clock class to take a shower and get ready for the biggest event of my life. As I walked on air coming through the door to me room I noticed Brad laying on his bed flipping through some muscle magazine. "Hey studly," he said with a smile, "I hear your meeting up with Dawn today." I couldn't believe it; this school has over 20,000 students, how does word get around so quickly? "That's right," I said, somewhat defensively, "Just an informal get together. She's going to give me a tour of the student hang outs."
"Well, just be careful," Brad said, "John Payne, the starting linebacker for the football team has a thing for her. I don't think they're officially dating, but I think John is definitely the jealous type."
Great, I thought as I hopped into the shower, the headlines in the campus paper tomorrow would read, "Geek gets his ass kicked by jealous gridiron star." I started lathering up thinking about Dawn and how I'd love to be soaping up those magnificent globes of flesh that were bouncing up and down with every cheer. I had one hand milking my soapy dick up and down the 12-inch shaft while I used my other hand to soap up and shake my sack and balls. My hands aren't very large and my balls felt like I was handling two baseballs, when in fact they are both more the size of pool balls in a sack that hands down around 6 inches from the bottom of my penis. I stopped before I blew my load and rinsed off before stepping out of the shower.
