A few minutes after Stacy had left for the shower area Tim decided to walk back there to see what was going on. His semi-hard pecker was still longing to play in the company of the bathhouse's newest addition. James giant cock had felt good inside his mouth. It was firm and hard, just the way Tim liked it. And his ejaculation, my god, what a show-stopper! That James didn't know it, that he thought it was the towel girl, Lisa, who had sucked him off, only added to Tim's enjoyment. He could sense that James was shy and he realized the need to take things slow.
Arriving at the shower area, Tim saw James and Stacy engaged in conversation. James' mammoth penis was still sticking out in total erectness. Man, what a stud pony, Tim thought. He never lets up. Stacy the towel girl would have no chance with the new boy-toy, James. Once she left then he, Tim, would move in for the kill. Be patient, he thought to himself, playfully toying with his own almost fully erect penis.
Stacy, meanwhile, had just witnessed James' peeing. One hasn't lived, she thought, until one sees a man with a rock-hard 14 inch member struggling to get the urine to flow out of his enormous cock head. And the way his balls tightened as this was going on. And the look of contentment on his face. But the best part of watching James pee was the voyeuristic aspect of it; James was oblivious to being watched, at least at first, and Stacy also loved it when she saw how comfortable he was once he realized that his peeing was being observed by a hot twenty year old woman wearing just a bra and a thong panty. This could be a special day, Stacy thought.
"James, Stacy said, still wearing a smile on her face, "I had hoped that urinating would relieve some of the stress on your thing, but I see that this is not so. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know," he said in a plaintive wail. "This has been the worst day of my life. Even worse when I was forced to pretend that I was a nudist."
"What? When did that happen?" Stacy was intrigued.
James told her the entire story, of how his girlfriend's sister had persuaded him to pretend that he was a nudist, and how his girlfriend and her mother, once they were made aware of the situation, did everything in their power to tease James mercilessly, contriving situations for James to appear naked in front of their friends, even convincing a doctor who was to give James a physical that she should instruct James to masturbate on a daily basis, and that Lori, James' girlfriend, should not only supervise the masturbation, but that she should administer it herself. James was very naΓ―ve in those days. Lori had been his first girlfriend and he was afraid of losing her should she discover the truth, which was that he wasn't a nudist and, in fact, was shamed and humiliated at the naked situations he kept finding himself in. The entire time that James and Lori were together they never had sex. Lori told James that she was saving herself for marriage. James had never even seen her naked, but Lori was able to trick James into being naked in public at every turn, and she took the masturbation therapy ordered by the doctor, even further, by having James jack-off in front of her friends as often as she could place him in the right situation, which was frequently. It had been so traumatic for him that he was insecure around woman and even now, ten years later, the thought of having intercourse with a girl was scary and threatening. He was content with hand jobs and masturbation.
"No wonder you're confused about your sexuality," Stacy commiserated, once James had finished his tale of woe. "But I can understand what motivated your girlfriend. I mean, look at you. James, your penis is very big. Girls like that."
James blushed. "I know," he said, making it sound like a burden. "Bu please, Stacy", he begged, "don't start on me. This is not a good time. Being near you is making my cock...I mean, I can feel the blood rising, or something...I think I could cum at any moment, and your teasing is not helping.
Stacy pinned some loose strands of hair behind her ear. Her hair was always falling down and getting into her face, as it was too short to stay permanently pinned behind her ears. James found the image very alluring. She seemed so nonchalant when she did it. Stacy had style. That was it. That was the subtle pretext of his lust for her. James had been unable to define it, until now. Her movements were so fluid, so natural, that something as trivial as pinning her hair back took on additional meaning. But was James thinking from the heart or from his Viagra-impacted boner?
"How many times have you had intercourse, James," Stacy asked, unaware of James' current innermost thoughts? "With a woman," she added.
"Only with a woman, I'll have you know. I've never been in any kind of sexual situation with a man until today. I've had sex with a woman twice, although neither time was very good. I was so scared that I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, so I rushed, and I came as quickly as I could. I didn't know how to please a woman...I still don't...all I could think about was having an orgasm so that I could get out of there as quickly as possible. I was so ashamed afterwards that I never saw either girl again."
Stacy tried hard not to focus of James astonishing erection, but it was hard not to. She didn't want to be like all the previous women James had known who took advantage of his innocence and used him for their own enjoyment. But a girl, any girl, had her limits. Stacy could only stare at James' rigid boner for so long without thinking about how to use it to her advantage. It was only natural.
You would think that working at a bathhouse, surrounded by naked men, would have made Stacy jaded about the male anatomy. And, in a way, it had. But James was an exception. His innocence about his giant member, and the effect it had on woman, was endearing. James's cock appeared to have a mind of its own, as if it were beyond his control. It was funny. It was funny and cute. It was funny and cute, and it was very appealing. James' cock kept twitching as he faced Stacy. It reminded her of a bucking horse trying to get out of the chute, flailing uncontrollably as James did his best to cope with it. The beast was chomping at the bit to explode in a powerful eruption. Stacy could sense that. If James' penis would only get soft perhaps she could focus better on James the man, rather that treating him like a piece of meat.
Stacy was also beginning to feel sorry for James. He wasn't such a bad guy, she thought. What happened earlier in the day was not his fault; it was the Viagra that he had unknowingly ingested which turned him into something that was out of character for him. Stacy was also acutely aware of the dampness at the bottom of her panties. To thine own self be true, she thought, and she quickly accepted the undeniable fact that seeing James in this condition was a once in a lifetime opportunity that might never happen again. Stacy was no virgin. She didn't sleep around a lot, but she liked good sex, and if she played her cards right...well, the possibilities were endless. Besides, she reasoned, it might be therapeutic for James to discover the joys of a woman.
"James, come with me," she said.
James obediently followed Stacy, his 14 inch beanpole leading the way in front of him. Each step made his penis throb and ache more than the previous step had. It was so heavy and so hard that it flailed with each movement of his walking. And each time it bounced downward James felt a tightening sensation in his loins, which kept increasing in intensity. Following Stacy the way he was allowed him a great vantage point for studying her tight and firm, cute little butt cheeks that were protruding from her thong and tantalizingly so. Mr. Penis roared with approval. For a moment James thought he was going to lose it; he stopped, and with one hand he held on to the wall for support.
"James, are you going to make it?" Stacy turned and faced him. The head of his giant penis was a lot redder in color than the shaft and she saw that a little bit of liquid was seeping out of the opening at the top of his cock head. Pre-cum, she thought
James caught his breath. "Yeah, I think I' gonna be okay, I'm gonna make it, but...oh oh...wait...oh no...damn...OH NO...AARRGGHH".
It was a good thing that James had one hand on the wall for support, for his knees buckled and his body shook violently. A huge load of semen shot out. Stacy should have stepped to one side, but she didn't, and a wet, warm sticky splash of James' love juice hit her on the abdomen with such force that it stung a little as it bounced off of her.
"Stacy, your thong...you're so hot...I can't help it...AARRGGHH". Another blast of semen, and another and another, about ten in all, blasted out of James' erect penis as if shot out of a cannon, and splattered on the floor. Stacy watched intently, transfixed. James' semen felt warm on her abdomen. She touched it with her hand and brought it up to her nose so she could smell it.
James whimpered with satisfaction and sat down on the floor. He leaned back on the wall. Mr. Penis dangled enticingly between his legs, slightly shrunken and damp, with sperm still draining down its sides. A minute or two passed in silence. "I'm so sorry, Stacy," James finally said, "but I don't think I've ever been so turned on in all my life. You are unbelievable. Sometimes my cock goes off on its own...I wish it didn't...please don't be offended. I really like you and I don't want to turn you off...it must be the Viagra or something."
That sealed the deal as far as Stacy was concerned. He was so cute, so openly honest, just like a little child.
"Is it going to get hard again," she asked inquisitively? It better, she thought, otherwise her plans would go to waste. Stacy would take care of her little boy with his not-so-little penis.
She knelt down on the floor and embraced James' cock with her hands. The still-warm stickiness felt gooey but nice. "Stand up," she ordered. James did as he was told.