I bulged a lot in college—and I'm not just talking about the one hanging between my legs. I was a lot fatter back then. And the thing about being quite fat is that you lose some cock because the base gets covered by said fat. So, back then, while my cock was only about half an inch shorter—around nineteen inches—the practical measurement was only about seventeen or so because I was way heavier. I still had my girth, though. And it's not like I can ever get the whole thing inside someone.
Anyway. A lot of stupid shit happens to me because of my genitals and the fact that I can't say no to women (a few twinks have gotten the better of me, too). I've been mugged, shot at, and beaten because of these things—mostly because of that "not saying no to women" thing in particular. I guess it kind of averages out, since I basically won some kind of genetic lottery when it comes to manhood.
But, I digress. I don't generally enjoy dwelling on or writing about stuff like having a gun pointed at me. This is a much more light-hearted story about stupid shit happening because of my size.
My feet crunched over leaves and the red bricks of the pathway. I was dressed in my comfortable black sweatpants—and any pants being comfortable for me is saying something. My enormous balls slapped against my thighs as I walked, my cock swinging in front of me, visible under the cloth.
A waifish boy with eyeliner smiled at me as we passed each other, his hand brushing mine. I smacked his rear as he moved away, drawing a gasp and playful glare.
Ahead, a chubby blonde smiled at me. "Hey, Brod."
"Hey there, Tiff," I said with a smile.
And so it went, my previous trysts greeting me as I made my way to class.
My bulge preceded me into that class. Semester was getting rolling, and the professor was near the door, handing out syllabi and smiling. Professor Klein was a nice enough man with an impressive beard. When I got to him, he smiled and reached out to shake my hand. "Ah, hello there, young man, what's your name?"
"Hey, Professor. Brod Kanayama," I answered him, shaking his hand. Back then, I didn't know how to give a proper handshake. I think it showed, because he looked down at my hand, and past it, my bulge. His eyes widened in shock, his mouth hanging open.
"Mr. Kanayama, what is the meaning of that?!" he snapped, jabbing his finger at my bulge.
I sighed. I was hoping to avoid this conversation. "That's.... You know. Me. My junk."
"That is most certainly
not
you, nor your junk." His eyes met mine, his brow rumpled. "Do you take me for an idiot? If you are trying to appeal to the ladies, Mr. Kanayama, I assure you that this is not how to do it—"
"But—"
"—and if this is a prank, no one is laughing."
"Mr. Klein, that's him, alright," piped up a petite white girl to my left. I'm pretty sure her name was Riley. I knew she'd been in my room last week—I recognized her face, at least. "I've seen it!" she said, before blanching once she realized what just came out of her mouth.
Klein took his glasses off and rubbed his wizened face. "You will not be allowed into my class while you are engaging in such foolhardy activity, and this
will
be counted toward your absences."
"Sir. I can show you—"
"Unbelievable!" The professor looked at the crowd piling up around us. "You are wasting time. I will not be peeking into anyone's pants!" he snapped. "If you can give me a doctor's note that this is
indeed
your
condition
, then we will drop this matter. Until then, you will not be in this class. I don't need you distracting everyone."
I stared at him, then sighed. "Fine, I'll be back." I turned around and headed to the clinic.
***
It was bullshit, really, but it was part of what happened when you had a cock like a culvert and balls suitable for demolition. Sometimes, men said things like what Klein did out of jealousy. I can deal with jealousy. I like it, to be honest. However, I think that he was legitimately concerned that I had decided to go and rob a produce stand and the deli.
In any case, remember what I said about women? Yeah, I'm
very
easily distracted. Honestly, it's amazing I made it through school. And if I wasn't fucking teachers, I don't know how it would have went. I'm intelligent, don't get me wrong—I'm just very, very horny. The reason I mention this is because it took me a long time to make it to the campus clinic.
I smiled as I plucked some paper towels from the dispenser and began to wipe the jizz off my cock. I balled them up, throwing them into a growing pile of spunk-soaked paper in the trash can. The raw scent of sex mixed with that of cheap soap and commercial cleaners. My erection bobbed up and down in front of me, still dripping precum. I sighed, looking down at it.
A voluptuous cinnamon-colored girl was groaning, her thick thighs spread wide. Jizz poured from her stretched-out cunt into the toilet, her apron hanging from a hook in the stall. A little sandwich was emblazoned across the front. Her eyelids fluttered, her body twitching. I think she was still cumming. I looked around and saw the sink. Moving up to it, I turned on the cold water and pushed my cock in ... it could only get the glans, and I had to keep pushing the button. But it helped get my erection to go down. Now, I admit, as big as my belly was back then, it did make things a bit more difficult, since it put weight on my cock while I was trying to hoist it upward into the sink. But I managed.
A little while later the girl had recovered a bit and was pushing down on her distended belly to force the last of my seed out. I bent down and kissed her on the cheek. "I have to go, Elena."
She grabbed my hand and groaned, "You didn't eat,
mi amor!
You should eat."
"Oh, right. Yeah, I'll eat later. I don't have a lot of time," I said, pulling up my sweatpants. "I'll see you later, though!"
She gave me a little wave as I left. I'd gone to the little sub store in the student union to get some lunch, seeing as how I'd miss class anyway. And, well. I got distracted. Despite my hunger, I wanted to get this thing with the clinic over with before my next class began, and stopping for a fuck had taken up a good 45 minutes total with dick deflation time.
I finally got to the campus clinic. Most students were in class, so the wait was short. I was in the back, sitting on a rustling sheet of wax paper in the middle of a massive exam room. I'd long wondered why the rooms were so large. My enormous bulge hung over the side of the table.
Doctor Nahid Ghali sauntered in, smiling at me. "Mr. Kanayama! What sort of trouble are you in
this
time,
hmm?