Lou Brenner, the building's senior resident, has been in his flat for five years. He has had the same job, head of security at the local chocolate factory, ever since 1a had been converted into flats. He had never had the good fortune to find a soul mate, and at the age of thirty-one had, subconsciously, even stopped looking. There had been the occasional 'one-nighters', but he himself knew without being told that his less that average size, (barely six inches), had played a no small part in there being no second date. He had had a three-month affair with one of the elderly residents, but she had been pleased with anything she could get, then, since she had left, the only means of release had been his own right hand.
The problem that Lou had was that he had a very high sex drive, something that was more a curse than a blessing, especially when you didn't have anyone to fuck, (like the old woman), masturbate with (one of his dates had loved for the two of them to masturbate together), or, even better, have masturbate you.
Lou's regimen of having sex or masturbating himself at least twice a day hadn't diminished since he'd been a teenager; the only thing that had changed was the person who was making him come or his state of arousal. If anything, as far as he was concerned, he could stand harder for longer how than he could have done in his 'teens. And then, six months ago, he had seen an advert for a penis enlarger.
When it had arrived, Lou lost no time in trying it out. First he had to select the correct sized rubber ring so that the whole tube nestled firmly on the base of his penis. The enlarger came supplied with three rubber rings of various inside diameters, the user fitting the best fitting ring for the thickness of the root of his penis at that time. Lou was pleased to see that he needed the 'B' size ring, and not the 'A', which, to his eye looked as though it had been made with people who had a problem far more serious than his.
With his flaccid (although quickly stirring) manhood inside the implements plastic tubing, he hesitantly took the fitted rubber ball and squeezed it. He was shocked, as the more air he extracted from the tube the more alive and harder his erection became. In a short time he was standing hard, so hard that he felt that his solid erection was about to burst through its outer skin. Measuring his erection on the ruler printed on the side of the transparent tubing, he read off six and one quarter inches...
The instructions that came with the enlarger said it should be used once a day, and recommended not to masturbate or have sex for at least one hour after use. But Lou had other ideas. He built himself a programme of using the enlarger before he went to work in the morning, and again before he went to sleep at night. That invariably meant that he as hard as hell when he walked out of the house in the morning with his arousal juice sticking the knob of his hard erection to his underpants. But then there was always the sweet ecstasy of slowly peeling the head of his firmly glued manhood free when he needed to go to the toilet. The only time he allowed himself release came after his nightly exercise, this was invariably followed by vigorous masturbation (with or without the use of oils). This was invariably done in front of his wardrobe mirror; his face hidden by the mirror's frame, as he fantasised that he was prying on someone else jacking off.
Within three months he found that he had to exchange the rubber ring for the 'D' size, the root of his erection having grown in diameter to support the now healthier eight and a half inches he sported. Lou was surprised by just how much his overall diameter had grown as well. And that was not the only change. Now he found he stood far harder than he had before, in fact harder than he had ever thought possible. Now, when he did ejaculate in front of his wardrobe mirror he found that now he could stand a good two feet away and the steaming sperm jetting out of his throbbing muscle would easily reach the reflective glass. Then there was the amount he came, and, although he had no way of comparing 'before' and 'after', he was sure that he was coming far more now than he ever had.
More than once he had soaped himself down in the shower, his erection standing like something carved out of solid wood, and he had tried to imagine just what it would feel like to have something that length and thickness sliding inside him...
Then Lou read one of those bothersome 'pop-up' adverts while he had been viewing his favourite porno site on the Internet, the one showing page after page of nude men posing with full erections. It had been advertising for 'New talent to work in the film industry. Must have no problems performing sex in front of a camera. Exclusive rates! Send photo of both slack and erected states to: Alpha-Beta Films. Plc. Answer by return e-mail.'
More out of interest than any hope of a reply, Lou, using the camcorder on his computer, did what the advert requested.
The reply came far sooner that he had thought, just two hours later in fact. It stated that they were more than impressed with what they had seen, and invited him to Newcastle the following week for an interview. Lou was shocked by the swiftness of the reply, and for the first time wondered just what he was getting himself into by even thinking of replying to such an advert...
He would have no problem with being photographed or filmed masturbating or with someone going down on him as long as he was being paid enough for it. It was when he thought about the fucking bits that he began to wonder. What was the going rate for having sex with a woman on camera, or, even more interesting, what if they asked him to fuck her up the ass? Having never had anal sex, it would be a first for Lou, but having fantasised about it often enough he was sure he could handle it if the money was right. At the end of the day Lou decided that the best way to justify anything he did was to tell himself that he was only doing it for the money.
In the meantime Lou kept up with his twice-daily exercises, and blocked his mind as to what the hell he was getting into. Lou's manager was shocked when Lou requested two days off out of his accumulated holiday pay. Shocked, because having never taken a holiday since he started in the factory, Lou had accumulated more that two months holiday or holiday pay...
To travel return by bus from Tees-side to Newcastle was a pleasant surprise, being both cheap and quick. A not so pleasant surprise was being asked to line up nude with the other nineteen 'contestants'.
Having found the offices of 'Alpha-Beta Films, Plc.' close to Newcastle bus station, Lou was kept waiting barely five minutes before being invited into a large office and told to strip of, his self-consciousness showing of the tightness of his balls to his scrotum.
Being third or fourth in line, Lou allowed his eyes to wander over the opposition as each of them was photographed in their 'slack' state. He wasn't the biggest man there, there was one who's mother must have had an interest in donkeys, but he was, width for length, the best built.
'All right, let's see them all hard! As quickly as you can please, we've another fifty to see after you lot!'
With that each of them tried to get himself hard as quickly as possible. Lou took rather longer than the others, embarrassed at masturbating himself for the first time in front of an audience, but the effort was worth it, his erection standing as hard as it could inside its skin. Then they were told just to stand there and not touch themselves as they were photographed and measured. Now more relaxed, Lou's balls were hanging loose by the time his turn came, his erection throbbing and looking for action, whereas at least five of the erections in the line were wilting slightly through lack of stimulation. These were duly noted by the man with the clipboard...
'Now, what I want is for you all to start jacking yourselves off. You can come when you want to. Don't worry about the floor...'
