Chapter 3 - Big Dave, An Autobiography
Hi, my name's Dave and I have an enormous cock.
This story takes place in the mid 1980s in England.
In Chapter 1 you meet me at age eighteen and my first sexual experience with Rachel.
In Chapter 2 you meet Gloria, who would have a profound affect on my life during that long, hot summer.
In Chapter 3 you meet Brenda and the formation of the Big Dave Club
Brenda
I called Gloria's number and found it was their farm office phone. Gloria answered, very professional and matter of fact.
I cleared my throat and announced who I was.
Immediately Gloria's voice became softer and conspiratorial.
"Oh lovely boy." she said, "I was hoping you would call. I've been thinking a lot about you."
I made some excuses about being busy preparing for college and said I had been thinking about her also.
"We need to meet." she said and suggested the coming Friday.
"Sure." I said, "Where and when?"
She gave me instructions to meet on the outskirts of the village near an old disused bus shelter. I agreed and we ended our conversation.
Friday rolled around and I sat in the shelter waiting.
Eventually, a little late, Gloria pulled up in the family car and off we went.
I was expecting she would take me back to the farm but we were heading away from there and had a fifteen minute drive to our destination.
We made chit chat along the way but she wasn't giving away the reason for our meeting or our eventual destination.
When we arrived it was to a very nice detached new build house at the end of a cul-de-sac on a new development.
We exited the car and Gloria rang the door bell.
I was then introduced to Brenda, a mature lady, possibly in her mid-sixties, standing in the doorway with a big smile on her face.
"So you're Dave!" she said and extended her hand for me to shake. She was a fairly tall lady with a matronly figure; wide at the hips and with a big ledge of a bosom.
We entered the house and were shown to the lounge.
Brenda invited us both to sit and there was a moment of awkward silence.
Eventually Brenda spoke: "So, what have you told him?" she said, looking at Gloria.
"Nothing so far. I wanted your view first."
Brenda sat back in her chair and regarded me.
"Well, he looks fairly neat. Not too much muscle, but he looks trim." she said.
It felt very strange to have this stranger talk about me as if I was in a livestock auction.
"What is this about?" I finally asked them.
"Well, Gloria has told me about your....ummmm....fun and games of the other day and it put the germ of an idea into our heads...."
"Your head, Bren." piped up Gloria.
"Well, yes okay. I think I could see an opportunity for us all to benefit from ....ummmm...certain aspects of your....ermm...physical attributes which Gloria described to me in, quite frankly, a disturbing amount of detail."
"How....how would we benefit?" I asked.
"Well," continued Brenda, "what Gloria has told me about you makes me think other ladies might also wish to....experience some of what she has described....and they might very well be willing to pay to do so."
I sat in stunned silence at this.
"What she's saying, Dave, is that you could earn money for having sex." explained Gloria.
"I fucking know what she's saying, Gloria!" I exclaimed, "I'm just fucking surprised you told her and that this is the idea you guys have come up with!"
I slumped back in the chair and looked at both women with a furious stare.
"Oh dear." said Brenda, "He's a bit sensitive, isn't he?"
Gloria laughed and came over to sit on the arm of my chair.
She patted my head, running fingers through my hair.
"Calm down." she said softly, "It's only a thought. Maybe give it some consideration over the weekend. It could be easy money for you what with Uni coming up, and....well, lots of fun!"
I stared up at my best friend's mum.
"You're talking about me being a prostitute!" I gasped.
"No, no....." Brenda interceded, "More like a gigolo!"
I leaned forward and put my head in my hands, struggling to believe what they were suggesting.
I mean, I was all for having sex and learning about intimacy with women, but the thought of being paid to do so felt immoral. Hard to imagine that now, but there you go.
"You're both crazy." I eventually said, good naturedly, believing that the conversation would now change to something else.
I sat back and relaxed a little, and Gloria planted herself on my lap.
"Still friends?" she asked in a slightly silly, little girl voice.
It broke the tension in the room and I found myself chuckling.
"Yes, still friends." I said, "But you guys have got wild imaginations."
Brenda was still eyeing me from across the room.
"So," she eventually said, "if I offered you twenty pounds, right now, you wouldn't show me your.....cock?"
I looked at her. Twenty pounds in the 1980s was quite a lot of money.
I looked at Gloria who was smiling down at me.
"She's serious." she whispered to me.
"I.....I... well...I...", I mumbled, thinking of the money and also of the 'deal' I had done with Serena's gang not four weeks previously.
"I suppose I could." I said.
Brenda arose from her chair and collected two crisp ten pound notes from her purse and placed them on the arm of her chair before sitting back down. Her eyebrows arched and she nodded her head at me.
