Another in a series of true stories
Sometimes it's a real pain to have a big cock. When I walk around in the locker room, men stare. Plain and simple - they gawk, they stare, they drool, or they look jealously. Occasionally I see a man stare and he gets turned on. How do I know? Well, duh, they get a hardon. Their cock gets hard, it come up to their stomach, and it begins drooling pre-come. I have seen this in high school, at college, in the gym, even in dressing rooms in stores.
Consequently I dress conservatively, in loose clothes, wearing baggy pants, sweat pants, pants a size or two too big with the belt tight around my waist to hold it up. What a pain in the ass this is. If I buy pants in the right size, you can see a sizeable bulge where my cock and balls lie. I don't want to attract the wrong kind of attention, at least not too often.
I usually wear shorts over my lycra workout shorts, so that my cock isn't too visible. When I don't, people stare - that is how Susan and I became close to Roberta. That was a good meeting, but I'm not gay. Nope, no way, not me.
Last weekend I came to the gym alone, Susan wasn't feeling too hot, and I had to do a little extra to make up for lost time. I changed in the locker room, did my weight routine, followed by an aggressive 45-minute workout on the treadmill. I was soaked in sweat. I used one of the towels supplied by the gym to wipe the sweat off of me, but I couldn't get rid of the sweat on my clothing. It smells funky, not too great, but it has a cleanness to it, I can't quite describe it, and it feels great to know I am working to improve myself. I've added quite a bit of bulk since high school, I try to avoid the fat my father is beginning to gather around his waist.
After the workout I met some friends in the locker room, and we chatted about things in town. It's nice to live in a small town; you know most of the people and have a lot of things in common. We chatted as I took off my shirt and shorts, and I walked into the sink area to get a tissue to blow my nose. I kept on my lycra shorts, so I wouldn't attract undue attention; it has just become a habit. The five of us continued to chat as I removed my lycra shorts, and everybody just became quiet. I looked up and asked "What?"
I caught most of them looking up, tearing their eyes away from my cock. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and we chatted again, ignoring the deafening silence from before. I walked into the shower and washed off the grime, and then went into the sauna. The sauna is kept almost uncomfortably hot, and I tried to relax, I don't get this luxury too often.
Two of my friends came in shortly behind me, and we chatted. Rick and Brad have been friends of mine from football, wrestling, baseball, school, church, and lots of parties. Rick left and Brad and I continued talking.
By now I was sweating profusely, all the dirt from inside me was being pushed out my pores and running down my body. Brad then dropped a bombshell on me. "Dude, you should be a model," he said. "Huh? What do you mean?" I asked. He told me that with my good looks, killer body, and then he paused "and with your big dick" he told me that I could really make a killing.
Then Brad told me about some of the stories he had heard, specifically about my big dick. He then asked me "Just exactly how big is that thing?" I told him it was a shade over eleven inches. He just gaped and said he wished his dick was that big, and I told him it wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
I watched him swallow after a while and then he said something like "If you don't mind, I would love to see what your dick looks like hard." I laughed and told him I'd take a picture. Brad then told me about his girlfriend, and what a killer bod she had, about her big tits, her sexy behind, and how she loved fucking and sucking. He told me about how the weekend before she had sucked him off on the way to the concert, and they had fucked inside the concert while standing up. I've seen her, she really looks like the All-American sex machine, really stacked, a killer smile, and incredibly beautiful. He then told me that they had discussed a three-way, and he wanted me to join them.
By this time I was starting to get revved up. I pictured in my head this girl I had known for years, Amy, and how she had paraded around the swimming pool, knowing she was the hottest thing this side of Playboy. I had jerked off imagining the two of us together, and wasted millions, probably billions, of sperm cells in the process. He told me how she loved getting fucked from behind, and he wanted me behind her and him in front, and then we could switch positions.
I had never had a three-way before with another guy. I was interested, and I asked him when. He told me soon and we talked about how to swing it. I agreed on the next evening at his place, the three of us would just meet and watch the tube together. "Great!" I said, he stood up and it was then I noticed he had an enormous hardon pushing his towel way out in front. I couldn't help buy stare also, I hadn't seen a lot of hard cocks, other than mine. Curiously, I asked him, "Brad, just how big is yours? It looks mighty impressive." Brad slowly pulled his towel aside and told me it was about nine and a half inches, he used his hand as a guide to show me and judge its length.
By this time my cock was rock hard also, tenting my towel in front of me. I told him his girlfriend was in for a lot of trouble, and he agreed. With that he turned and left. I was almost disappointed; I had almost come on to another guy, and a friend at that. I just couldn't shake the image of his hefty stalk, with its smooth stalk and huge, red, flaring head the size of a pool ball. Granted, my cock and stalk were bigger, but his head was just immense. That night I thought of Amy, his girlfriend, and occasionally of Brad and his cock. I tossed and turned for a while, Susan still wasn't feeling well and didn't feel like making love.
The next day I told Susan of my plans and she thought it was great for me to have some time with my friends, besides, she was still sick. I arrived at their place around seven and we settled down in front of the tube. Amy still looked hot, perhaps hotter than before. Amy is blonde, has at least D cup breasts and a long torso on a 5'9" frame. All my fantasies about her came flooding back, and the thought of a three-way with her made me spend most of my time at least half erect.
Brad and I settled down on either side of her, and Amy put her hand on both our legs, occasionally rubbing us in a friendly manner. We hadn't crossed the line from friendship yet, but we knew it was coming. Brad finally leaned into Amy and began kissing her neck, I followed suit shortly after.