Around ten o'clock on Sunday night, Lamont lay naked in his king size bed after a long day of work lifting boxes. At twenty years-old and six foot even in height, two hundred pounds of muscles, Lamont was worn out and ready to get some sleep before he went to the gym in the morning. He'd gotten off work at nine, came home, and showered. Now he lay in bed with the television on, waiting to nod off. His phone rang. He reached for it and saw it wasn't a number he knew, but he still answered.
"Hello?" he said in his smooth, deep voice.
"Hi," a woman said. "Is this Lamont?"
"Yeah. Who is this?"
"My name is Tracy, and...and...I feel silly, but Kelly Stanfield gave me your number."
Lamont smiled and recalled his encounter with Kelly Stanfield. Kelly was a teacher who lived on the other side of town. Lamont met her at a grocery story and one thing led to another. The woman noticed his bulge and before he knew it, he was over to her house and using his endowment to reach places her boyfriend could only dream of.
"Oh, okay," Lamont said, already figuring why this woman was calling. "Why do you feel silly?"
"Cause I really shouldn't be calling you," Tracy answered. "But I need...I need-"
"Some dick?"
"Well...yea."
All around Ft. Wayne, woman with lacking boyfriends, or husbands, knew of Lamont and his massive piece of meat. He often went over to do what their men couldn't and was known to leave women completely satisfied and yearning for more.
"You don't have a boyfriend or husband?" Lamont asked.
The woman stammered. "Yeah, yeah, I do...I do, but-"
"Calm down, Baby. Calm down. You know why you're calling me and I know why you're calling me. You need some big dick, plain and simple."
"Yeah."
"Is your man not satisfying you?"
"Well, I mean he tries, but it's not enough and Kelly told me about you."
"What did she tell you?"
"What did she what?"
Lamont smiled "You know what I said. What did she tell you?"
"She told me you have a big one?"
"I do, I do. Your husband doesn't? Well, he must not if you're calling me."
"His is okay."
"Okay?"
"Well, it's not real big."
"How big is it Tracy?"
"Let me get a ruler and see."
There was a brief pause. Lamont held the phone up to his ear with his right hand while his left reached down and fondled his huge soft dick and plum-sized balls resting between his thighs. The woman came back on the line. "You there?"
"Yeah, I am," Lamont answered.
"Let me see... Well, I'm looking at this ruler and I'd say he's about five and a half inches, maybe five and a fourth."
"Five and a half inches or five and a fourth?"
"Yeah."
"Well what is he when his dick hard."
There was a brief pause. "That was hard," Tracy answered.
Lamont chuckled and then stopped himself, not wanting to offend the woman. Lamont had measured his soft manhood to be six inches at its smallest.
"What's funny?" she asked.
"It's not funny at all if you ask me," Lamont answered. "How old is he?"
"Thirty-five."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Really, Tracy. Must be real hard for you to have an orgasm."
"Well, I've never did it with him."
"You ain't never came with him?"
"No. We generally have sex and then he uses a dildo and that does it for me. I don't think I've ever done it with him in me. If I did, I don't remember."
Lamont shook his head, wondering how some of these women he came across dealt with grown men who didn't have grown men dicks. "Well I'm six inches soft," Lamont said proudly. "If that tells you anything."
There was a moment of silence. "Hello?" Lamont said.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I was just looking at this ruler and six inches soft is unimaginable."
"No offense, Tracy, but a grown man with a five and a half inch dick is pretty sad to me. And that's hard you say?"
"Well I'm really thinking he's five and a fourth inches hard, but if he's really horny, he gets up to five and a half inches."
Lamont shook his head again. "I can see why you're frustrated, or are you?"
"I am sometimes," Tracy admitted.
Lamont felt his dick start to get a little hard as his hormones raged. There was nothing he loved more than a horny and needy woman. "So tell me what you look like."
"Well, I'm white and black mixed. I'm thirty-two. Five foot three. One hundred and fifty pounds or, at least that's what I was the last time I went to the doctor. Long brown hair."
Lamont nodded, liking what he heard and changing the phone from the right ear to the left. "Okay. Sounds good. Well, I'm twenty, six-"
"No, you don't have to tell me. Kelly already told me."
Lamont smiled, enjoying the pride of women talking about him. "Okay," he said. "So when you want some of this man-dick?"
"Well, I was trying to see when you were free. I'll be free tomorrow in the middle of the day. My husband is a coach of a high school basketball team and he won't be home."
"I'm free tomorrow."
"Well, can you come over around noon? Do you know where the Blue Hills Subdivision is in New Haven?"
"Yep, I sure do."
"I'm so nervous...uum, well come there and call me when you turn off of Wayne Road."
"Alright. I'll see you then Tracy. And don't be nervous. Is your husband satisfying you?"
"Well, he..."
"Don't bullshit the question. Is your husband satisfying you, Tracy?" Lamont knew the answer.
"Not really, no."
"Well don't feel nervous. It's not your fault you need more and his dick should be bigger than fucking five and a half inches anyway. I'll give you what you need."
Lamont heard her shiver through the phone and he smiled.
"Okay Lamont," she said, sounding brighter and more optimistic. "And I'll have a little tip for you if you can make me cum."
Lamont could tell she was smiling.
"If?" he said. "If I can make you cum? I ain't never had a woman not come, so don't you worry about that. Okay Tracy? Don't you worry. I'll be over there tomorrow around noon."
"Okay."
"Is this your cell phone?"
"Yes it is."
"Alright, Baby. I'm bout to go to sleep. See you tomorrow."
They hung up and Lamont waited a few minutes before text messaged the woman HAVE THAT PUSSY READY TO BE GUTTED BY THIS PIPE.
The woman text messaged back a smiley face and Lamont watched television until he drifted off to sleep.
On Monday, Tracy text messaged Lamont her address and he by noon, he stood at her door. He noticed how nice the house was when he'd pulled into the driveway. It was a red-brick two-floor with large windows and a three-car garage on the side. Lamont knocked and waited. He wore a white wife-beater, white shoes, and white sweatpants with no underwear. He loved how his six inches dangled above his low-hanging balls as he walked. He found an innate, and masculine, pleasure in knowing he effortlessly showed a huge, and attention-grabbing, bulge.
Tracy opened the front door with a smile on her face. Lamont smiled back and instantly the woman's eyes dropped down to his crotch.
"Tracy?" Lamont said.
"Hurry up and come in," she said.
Lamont felt the woman's excitement in the air. She liked what she saw- six foot, young, dark skin, muscled, low cut hair, and a big one in his pants to go with it all.
Lamont liked what he saw as well. Even though Tracy wasn't thin, she was very shapely and all the weight was in the right places. She came to the door in a blue dress that hugged her wide hips tightly. Her pretty face was surrounded by long brown hair that lay down to her shoulders.
He noticed how well decorated the inside of her house was. The house was massive with nice furniture wall to wall.
Tracy closed the door behind Lamont. He turned around to visually follow her ass. It was round and jiggled with every move she made. He knew he could fuck her right. "Nice house," Lamont commented.