When I was a sophomore in college, a fraternity brother of mine asked me to help with a project. He was a senior theater major and he had to direct a play as part of his degree. There were to be a series of one-act plays directed by all the graduating seniors over a period of five days. He has chosen me although I don't know why. He had never seen me on the stage to my knowledge. I had years of technical expertise but not a lot on stage. Anyway, I agreed and got the script.
The play was called "Next!". There were only two characters on stage in the play. I played the male lead and both the stage manager and the female lead were played by freshman girls. Over the period of rehearsals, dress rehearsals, and performance, we all got to know each other relatively well. My costume on stage consisted of a thin pair of boxer shorts and a pair of socks. My female lead wore a nurses uniform.
Being on stage never bothered me or made me nervous, unless there hadn't been sufficient rehearsal. Then there's just nothing you can do. No one at this university had seen me onstage. This was truly gonna be an opening night experience. Most of my professors were going to be there as well. The theater students had to attend as part of their class requirements so we would be certain for an audience. Any other students could attend if they wanted to.
I never really considered myself much of a catch. Not really much to look at. Didn't really think I had much to offer. Not really a conversationalist and honestly kind of a nerd. I wear glasses, have a sense of humor and the ability to talk to anyone. Anyone except whatever girl I happen to be crushing on. Then it was only "Hi!". Unless I called her on the phone. Then I could talk all day. It was really just low self-esteem. I saw myself as extremely average. Except for one thing. My cock. I was very lucky here. It ran in the family.
Now there's nothing wrong with being average. If there weren't a whole lot of average people, the exceptional people wouldn't know it. Joke people joke. Anyway, I am five foot eight inches tall, brown hair, hazel eyes, and about one hundred and ninety pounds. I was a weightlifter, and a wrestler. So there wasn't a lot of fat to be had. I was also an athletic trainer. When I was in high school I hung out with the athletes and cheerleaders. Otherwise, I was usually with the nerds and geeks.
Oh yea, that trait that ran in the family? That one thing that I felt was exceptional? The single thing that my father, my brother, and I had in common? Large, long, fat cocks. I'm not sure of their measurements because when I saw them, it was unintentional. But they were visually similar to me. I measured it once. When erect my cock was nine inches straight out, with a downward bend, and four and a half inches around. In my very limited experience, I was told that was above average.
Ok, enough with the descriptions. One night, a couple weeks after the play had made its run, I was in the student union talking to the guy who answered the phones. It was a kind of a reception desk. Catie, who had worked as the stage manager for the play, came up behind me and jumped over the counter.
She continued to crawl across the counter. There was a beautiful heart shaped ass in Levi's right in front of me.
"I'd like some of that!" I said as I swatted her ass.
"Call me sometime. We might work something out. We could go to Braum's for a burger."
I asked her for her phone number. I knew what dorm she was in. Jones Hall was where all the freshman girls lived. She took some paper from the phone guy and wrote her number down for me.
I'm not sure where that came from. Normally, I would never have said anything like that. It just came out before I had a chance to think about it.
Anyway this was Catie, a freshman, wavy blond hair to her mid-back, blue eyes, five foot four inches tall, one hundred pounds, very cute bubble butt, and 34C tits. Really very pretty. Never thought she'd go out with me but the next week I called her. She said yes.
The following night I picked her up and asked her what she wanted to eat. She only wanted to get something to drink so we drove to the Sonic and got a couple cokes. It was easier to get cokes at the Sonic because we didn't have to get out of the car. I drove around a while and then we headed to the lake.
When we got to the lake we were surprised to find it mostly unoccupied, so I backed into a picnic area under a big elm tree. There were a lot of trees around the lake. It was really pretty in the daylight. I had hopes that it would be just as pretty at night.
There was a concrete picnic table and a fire pit as well as a standing grill for charcoal. None of which we really needed. It was late enough that the mosquitoes had gone to bed so we rolled down the windows to get some breeze. My car was a two door Ford with bucket seats that laid back almost flat and a center console. The car would seat five in a normal setting.
We sat and drank our cokes and talked more about our backgrounds, where we were from and stuff. I was from Oklahoma and she was from Colorado. I was a music major and she was a nursing major. Eventually we just leaned together. When our lips met, it was electric! You know how it feels when you touch someone and you get a little spark? That was it. But the connection was our lips. As our kissing became more aggressive and animalistic, our bodies seemed to move closer together. It was almost as if they were moving on their own.
