The internet is flooded with so many stories on the subject of middle aged women that want to find out about what it is like being with a well endowed man. My wife and I enjoy reading them and not long after we started reading them she asked me if I thought the stories were true. I am a married white man, 39 and I told her, and will now tell you, that cock size
does
matter to most women, and I learned this fact at a young age. After my wife and I have read so many of these stories, she too became interested in exploring the fantasy of being a ‘size queen.’ I related my true experience to her, and then one thing led to another and we did in fact bring another man into our bed, an old friend of mine. She urged me to write this story, so here goes.
College years
I went to a small high school and excelled in all sports and I was also a good student. My father died when I was in the 10th grade in a car accident. He had always wanted for me to attend the State University and play football for them, as he did. We lived in an upper middle class suburb and there were not that many black athletes in the school I attended. My senior year I was recruited by a couple of division 2, but not by any division 1 schools. I was told I was to slow and too small for major college football, even at 6’1” 200lbs. 4.9 speed in the 40. I was told that my position required at least 6’ 4”, 235lbs. and 4.6 or better in the 40.
I continually stayed in contact with the coaches at the State University. They finally said that since I was a legacy I could join the team as a walk on. I could practice and maybe get to dress for some home games, but I would not play, would not travel with the team to away games, and would receive no scholarship, unless I earned it, and to they made it clear that the chances of that were slim. My father had left my mom well off financially, so paying for school was no problem and with mom’s blessings I decided to take my chances. Even if I didn’t make the team, I would get a great education.
I learned a lot my freshman year. I didn’t get to have much of a social life trying to juggle academics and football practice. I didn’t even have time to get homesick. Seventy five to eighty percent of the team was black and it quickly became clear to me that first year that black men do indeed have larger cocks than white men. This is a fact, the proof was right in front of my eyes when taking showers. Now, a couple of white guys were also equipped nicely, but so many of the black guys were in a league of there own. Still, it never dawned on me that women would desire black men because of their large cocks. This was another lesson I would soon learn.
Myself, I never realized a problem I had. When my dick is soft it is about 4 inches, which is not bad. But when I get hard it does not grow any, it gets hard, but is the same 4” in size and does not get much thicker. I would also learn that this would be a defect that I could do nothing about.
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Mid way through my sophomore year I was awarded a scholarship. My hard work ethic, heart, and desire won the coaches over. I knew I probably would never play in a game, but I had my own number and was now officially part of the team. I was so proud and knew my father would be too. With the scholarship I was now to live in an apartment complex just for football players. Since it was midway through the season I had to move in with a guy in a one bedroom apartment. I would be sleeping on the couch, but I sure didn’t mind. Matt was my new roommate. I had seen him at practice, but with 90 people on the team, I didn’t really know him. Even though he was only a sophomore he was a starter, tall, light skinned black, built like a Greek God….. and a great guy. We hit it off from the start and became good friends. In fact, we were a tight knit team and all of the guys accepted me into their “fraternity.” I would end up staying with Matt for the rest of the year, and learn a lot about the ways of the world.
Since I was now ‘one of the guys’ I hung out with Matt and other players all the time. I had adjusted to the demands of school and sport and now had free time. One thing I learned quickly, college women love jocks. I would find out that getting laid is easy for football players. Another thing I learned, white women love to have sex with black men for obvious reasons, other than the fact that they are great athletes. The first week I stayed with Matt he had a different white woman almost every night, and these women were fine looking.
It was the second week when I got my first taste of the spoils of being an athlete. I had met a very attractive girl at a party. When she found out I was on the football team she practically begged me to fuck her. I took her back to the apartment and we fucked on the sofa. I thought I was really giving it to her good and was proud of myself for delivering such a good pounding.
Matt had gone to sleep early this particular night. We had lost the previous game, a game we should have won, and the first and second teams had been put through a brutal workout that afternoon. So this girl and I were asleep on the sofa about 2am when I heard Matt come out of his room. He walked by the sofa, went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. He was naked and he had no idea I was with a woman. He took a bottle of milk and chugged some down right from the bottle. The light from the refrigerator was shining on his muscular body and showing off his huge cock as it curved over his sack and hung so magnificently halfway down his thigh. I raised my head up a bit to see if she was asleep. Her eyes were wide open, staring at Matt, she didn’t even blink. He put the milk back, closed the door and walked back to his room, still half asleep, never realizing he had an audience. I lay on the sofa wondering what she was thinking. After seeing Matt’s very large soft cock, what did she think of my rock hard 4 inches? I found out soon enough.
About an hour later movement awaked me. She was getting off the sofa, trying to be quite and careful not to disturb me. She got up went to Matt’s door, slowly opened it, went in his room and quietly closed the door. I know he must have been surprised and I heard them whispering to each other. Then, about 5 minutes later, I could here her moaning. Matt was laying the lumber to her. It was easy to tell that she came a few times, she was loud and it was very evident she liked what he was giving her. She didn’t make a noise when I was delivering my pounding her, but now she was loud and animated.
I was not the least bit mad, not even a little jealous, after all I didn’t love her. In fact I jacked off while listening to this girl being totally pleased by my roommate. I had never caused a female to make noises like she was making, but I still had no complaints. Anyway, too make a long story short, over the next 3 years I roomed with Matt, we each had our own separate bedrooms after that first year together.
We became close during that time and I was awed by how desperately women wanted to fuck him. He literally had women arguing over him at times. I didn’t score nearly as often as he did but I got more than my share of nice looking women, even liked a couple of them. But I could not keep them, and I knew why, I simply did not have the proper equipment to fulfill them. So I did not allow myself to get to fond of to any one female.
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After College