Joey Mbombo's ancestors hailed from West Africa. Beyond that he was very vague about his origins. He had descended, he claimed, from a tribe that was renowned for having extraordinarily large penises, it seemed that they continued to grow even through adulthood, but beyond that, everything else remained shrouded in mystery. While a gigantic cock sounds like a dream-come-true for many a man, at a certain point it can become a ball-and-chain. In Africa Joey didn't stand out, but in America he felt like he was in a goldfish bowl. Even now, at a so-called business meeting, two women were eyeballing him more as a curiosity than a person.
He arrived wearing a knee-length leather coat. When Joey removed it, the shorter of the two ladies gasped, more in anticipation than anything else, perhaps fearful that he had nothing on underneath, but he was wearing a pair of large trunks, the type a professional boxer would wear in the ring. There was a noticeable bulge in the front of it, which continued around to one side. Introductions were made.
"Lets get down to it," Jane said. "Dan told you what we're about. I know you haven't done porn before, but we're looking for someone to play a male stripper in a video we're making. He'll be naked of course, and all the usual stuff that goes on in a real strip club will take place in ours...you know, things like touching, fondling, maybe even sucking." Jane cleared her throat. She was a little nervous, for she was used to holding all the cards, but Donkey needed Joey more than he needed them. She wished Herman were here; he had a way of saying something startling, yet what everyone was thinking, to break the ice.
Joey didn't flinch when he heard about the touching and fondling, so Jane started thinking that maybe she had a live one. Now all she had to do was reel him in, if she could. "Why don't we sit down," she said. Jane and Arlene used it as an opportunity to give Joey a glimpse of their panties, though Jane's was much more discreet. Arlene practically spread her legs and said 'come and get me'. Joey smiled and looked at Dan, who obviously had told him about their propensity for flashing. The ladies tried looking him in the face, but the shorter one in the beige dress kept looking at his shorts, although it didn't surprise him. That's why he walked around with a knee-length coat.
"The strip club scene will be one day of work. There's another day of work, if you were interested, which would be taking a shower at a health club and either masturbating or receiving a hand job...I haven't worked out all the details yet. Now I don't know how much Dan told you, but we're a classy operation. You'll be treated well, and the sex is kind of fun. The females are dominant, but if a man is willing to play along he usually gets his rocks off in the end and goes home happy. Right, Danny boy?"
"I have no complaints," he said, smiling.
"How much you pay," he asked?
"Well, that depends. Size matters, so if you're as big as I think you are, I'll give you a thousand dollars a day. Now, if you're bigger than I think you are, I'll give you fifteen hundred." Jane wished she had worn something different. Herman had chosen an odd outfit for her; magenta tank top, lime green skirt and white vinyl boots. It didn't occur to her until it was too late that he dressed her out of spite today, having been denied entry to the interview. Arlene looked so much hotter than her in her beige knit dress it wasn't even funny.
"I suppose you want to see it?" Joey looked at Dan, who nodded. The boxer shorts he wore were custom-designed. A pouch had been sewn inside them, and he stored, or rested, the top half his penis in it. A thin Velcro strap secured everything in place. Joey stood up, and both ladies leaned forward in their seats. Arlene looked at Jane and smiled.
Joey reached inside his shorts and released the Velcro, and as soon as he did it looked like something was scurrying down his shorts; a small animal, perhaps. Jane gasped, Dan laughed, and Arlene shrieked and ran to the furthest end of the room, although she kept looking, and kept creeping back, one small step at a time.
Joey's cock-head, which was the size of an apple, was protruding out from the bottom of his boxer shorts, just about level with his knees. Even Jane, who thought she had seen it all, was flabbergasted. "Is that thing real? It can't be."
From the back of the room Arlene laughed hysterically. "My God," she cried out, rocking uncontrollably.
Jane regained her composure. "I'm sorry," she said, "I know we're being rude. We don't mean to laugh, but you caught us by surprise. We weren't prepared, were we Leeney?" Jane turned around and motioned for her to rejoin them. "She's very shy," she said to Joey, winking.
"I'm used to it," he replied, somewhat wearily.
"Are you ready for the unveiling," asked Dan? The shorts Joey wore were held together by snaps, and in one fluid motion Joey unsnapped them all and whipped the boxer trunks off with one hand.
"OH MY GOD!" Jane stared in disbelief. Arlene clapped her hands and recoiled, both in terror and delight.
"I told you," said Dan, smiling. He was getting turned-on by the ladies' reaction. Joey, of course, had seen it a million times.
"Come on Dan, you take 'em off too," whooped Jane. "We wanna see how you look next to Joey."
"I thought you'd never ask," said Dan, quickly stripping down to his tighty-whiteys and letting the ladies savor the view for a few seconds before removing them.
"Dan looks like Herman, with a tiny pee-pee," Arlene said to Jane. Much mirth and giggling ensued. Even Dan got into it, wagging his dick at the ladies.
"Wow, you got a boner pretty quick," observed Arlene.
"Daniel, is your bone for my legs, Arlene's panties or Joey's sausage?" At the mention of the word 'sausage', Arlene laughed so hard that she fell off her chair. This time her leg spread may have been accidental, but a big wet spot was clearly visible on her panties.
"It's a little of everything," he said, smiling broadly. Dan knew his erection was solid gold, and it was the only thing that kept him relevant around Joey.
Jane studied the African cock the way a biologist might study a fossil. Arlene alternated between staring at Joey's sausage and looking up and smiling at him. She liked his attitude. He didn't come on too strong, and most men with a dick like his would. He just stood there placidly, with his hands on his hips, allowing the ladies to get a cheap thrill at his expense. She kind of felt a little sorry for him, but she also felt a tingle in her cunt at the sight of the elusive Mandingo penis.
"He's big, but he ain't double," Jane said.
"He will be, when he's hard."
"Jesus, I didn't even think of that. Shit, we gotta fucking measure it while it's still soft. We measure all our actors," she said to Joey, by way of explanation. Mandy, the girl out there, is doing a research project. Okay?"
"Lady, for fifteen hundred dollars, you can measure it."
"It ain't fifteen hundred dollars yet. You don't know my expectations." Jane removed a tape measure from her purse.
Joey looked down at his genitalia. It wasn't his choice to be a freak, but be it blessed or cursed, he decided long ago to make the best of it. "Lady, it's bigger than your arm; what else you need to know?"
Joey was dark skinned, but his penis was copper-colored, except for his huge cock-head, which was also very dark. The entire package hung straight down, and it looked surprisingly thin. The leanness of course was relative, because it was still thicker than just about any cock out there, but the length of the shaft was so overwhelming, it obliterated everything in its wake. Neither lady thought they could get their hand completely around it, which is a good indication of its girth. Joey's penis didn't move, it didn't waver, and it didn't fluctuate. It just hung. It may have been big, but it was more dead than alive.
Jane played with the tape. "It's a thirty-six inch one; we may need all of it." She handed one end of it to Arlene. "Place it underneath the shaft, right where it meets the ball sac."
Arlene knelt in front of the massive dong. She touched it gingerly at first, afraid it might bite her, and then, gaining courage, she grabbed his cock-head and tried to lift up his penis. "I think I need some help here," she said, laughing. "It's heavy."
"I'll help you," Dan replied, and he held the cock up for her at its midpoint and kept it parallel to the ground so she could hold the tape measure at the base of the shaft's underside. Once secured, she passed it off to Dan, who smoothed it over the large mass and handed it to Jane, who ran it up to the tip.
"Nineteen inches," Jane called out. "Fucking unbelievable...and it's fucking soft!"
"Mandingo!"
"Never mind that, girl. Now Joey, we have to ask you a few questions. After all, this is a porn film we're doing. So just relax and be truthful. No one's being judged, and there are no wrong answers."
"It's true," Dan said. "They do this to everyone."
Jane and Arlene sat back down, as did Dan. Joey was told to remain standing. In theory, standing naked and alone would make him feel vulnerable, which is what they were after, but when your cock dangles down to your knees, the hell with the theory. It was Jane and Arlene who felt vulnerable. Jane was walking a fine line between being a woman with a strong taste for cock and being disrespectful, while Arlene's titillation was taking her beyond the bounds of her normal behavior. Most of the time she enjoyed being a tease, much like Jane, but Mandingo deserved better, and she was debating how far she was willing to go with him.
"Okay, let's start with an easy one. What's your favorite sex act?"
"Before I answer I have to say something. No American girl can fuck me because I am too big. My penis has never felt the inside of a woman. I have to send for African bride, to make babies."
"Jesus, I never thought of that. I wouldn't want that inside me. It's too big...nothing personal."
Arlene licked her lips. "I wouldn't mind some of it, but not the whole hog. God, I'd be stretched-out for life." Did I really just say that? Calm down, Arlene said to herself.
"You see," Joey said, "so my favorite sex act is blowjob. Girls like putting it in their mouth..."
"I bet they do," Arlene said, suggestively.
"...So I have many blowjobs, and hand-jobs too."
"I'm sure there'll be a lot of fighting over the sucking rights," Jane said, "when we do the strip club scene. Jesus Christ, I can see it now. Three of four girls rolling around on the floor, skirts over their waist, you step in to break it up and your cock gets tangled up with them in some way..."
Did it just move? Jane looked at Arlene, who may have had the same thought, for she wore a quizzical expression that mirrored her own. She also looked like she was in extreme heat. Joey's penis didn't move a lot, but there was a definite bob, a slight outward twitch.
"Most of the men who work for us end up doing a homosexual scene. Are you interested?
"Definitely not, although if you wanted Dan to blow me, for fifteen hundred I'd allow it. But nobody else."
