My friends call me Bull. Its an odd nickname and this is the story of how an otherwise average guy comes to gain both what became a title and an unusual reputation.
I was born into an average middle class family in the early 1960s. My father passed away from an early heart attack when I was 4 years old. My mother, a saintly woman, did the best she could too raise us on a bank teller's salary. For the most part my childhood was happy and without unusual events except one.
When I was entering puberty my mother sat me down to give me the "bird's-and-the-bees" talk. It was vague and awkward for both of us and I was already aware of most of the activities that these birds and bees engaged in. I can't remember what she said to me except one statement she made just before this little talk ended. I didn't understand it at the time but now it all makes sense.
She said, "Honey you were born with something special. Think of it as a gift from your Daddy, he had the gift too. You have been endowed with something that many will desire. It will give you power and pleasure, just be careful and don't let it rule your life."
At the time I no idea what she was talking about and I was so uncomfortable that I said, "OK mom, can I go outside now and play catch?"
I continued to grow up and entered high school. My physical development was about the same as the other boys. I played football and made varsity in my second year. I was about 5'11" tall and weighed 165 lbs. after one of the first early season practices I was talking with some of my team mates about "bulking-up," putting on size and muscle. We stripped out of our gear and headed for the showers. As we walked naked toward the shower one of my buddies made a comment that brought my attention to my "gift."
My buddy said, "Man there sure is one area where you don't need to bulk-up. You have a pair of balls like a championship bull!"
The rest of the guys looked at my genitals and chuckled. I took it good-naturedly and laughed as well. Of course being teens they never let the comment go and the result was I was stuck with the nickname, "Bull."
That locker room experience also made me aware of the size of my so-called "package." I began to take furtive glances at other boys and I noticed that I was larger. By my senior year in high school my cock was five inches long flaccid and nine inches erect, with a substantial girth, and my balls were each the size of a large plum. Another "gift" I had was that I came in copious multiple spurts of thick white semen. I often awoke to find my boxers and bed completely soaked from my frequent nocturnal emissions.
I was a somewhat shy kid and even though I dated in high school I never got beyond second base. It was the 70s and I lived in a small midwestern town so the girls didn't really "put-out." My sexual awakening did however come in my senior year with my neighbor, Mrs. Bower.
Anita Bower lived across the street and she and her husband were friends of my family. They had always lived across the street and had known my father. Mr. Bower was your typical guy's guy, offer you a beer, played golf at the club, and drove a caddy. Mrs. Bower was anything but typical. She was in her late forties or very early fifties when we got to know each other well. She was from Belgium and had a very sexy accent. Mrs. Bower had blonde hair that she wore in a shaggy mane with the long bangs that was the style of women of that time. She was not too tall and had large breasts that were made more prominent by the pointy bra and girdle she wore. She had a nice round full ass and very curvy legs. The more I looked at Mrs. Bower the more I realized that her assets far outweighed the majority of those possessed by the girls in school I lusted after. Just thinking about Mrs. Bower gave me an instant hard-on which to my pleasure I would relieve almost every morning in the shower.
The Bower's did quiet well, and had always had a yard service. But the summer of my senior year they hired me to mow the lawn and do general yard work. Mrs. Bower said this would help me earn money for college. I started as soon as the grass began its annual summer onslaught of growth. Weekly I would walk across the street, let my self into the Bower's garage, get the mower and start cutting grass. And almost every time I started mowing Mrs. Bower would come out to do some yard work herself. She was usually dressed in short shorts, a short tennis skirt, or my favorite a pair of short blue jean cutoffs and her bikini top. After I was done mowing she would always invite me up to the patio for a drink. She would always have ice tea and I would always say yes to the beer she would offer me.
As the summer grew hotter, Mrs. Bower grew more tan and sexy, and my lust was almost beyond control. One hot June afternoon Anita, that's what she had me call her, and I were having our post-mow drink. As usual she was having an ice tea and I was having a beer. Anita had been sun bathing and was wearing a white two-piece swimsuit and platform cork soled sandals. She looked so sexy I could barely keep my eyes off her tanned body. Her skin shimmered with a layer of tanning oil and perspiration, her breasts overflowed the top of her suit, and when she walked into the house to get our drinks I could see the whiteness of her butt cheeks as her suit had hiked up her ass. She walked with a sexy sway and all this visual stimulation made my member quickly rise to attention. When she was in the house I shifted the goods around, as best I could, to make my arousal less obvious.
As we sat on the patio and chatted it was apparently noticeable that my eyes would stray to Mrs. Bowers ample breasts. She seemed to be enjoying the attention and as we chatted she removed an ice cube from her tea. She took the ice cube and slowly started moving it along her neck. Her head back she gave a little moan of pleasure.
"Oh its so hot today Mathew (my given name), your shirt is all sweaty, why don't you take it off." She said as she seductively moved the ice cube down her neck to her chest.
I did as she requested and as I sat back bare-chested she took the ice cube and sucked on it, her eyes never leaving mine as she gave a little purr. Then taking the ice cube from her lips, she ran it between her breasts and gave a little giggle.
Standing up she walked over to me. On her platform sandals her crotch was at my eye level. I could see a few blond hairs poking out from her suit and her labia were well outlined by the shear white fabric. At this point with no shirt on I could do nothing to hide the massive swell of my cock in my gym shorts. Anita took the ice cube and began rubbing it slowly over my chest. With a wicked grin she worked the ice cube over my chest and to a nipple. She took the cube and moved it around my nipple in a circular motion, my arousal was unbearable.
She said to me. "You know Mathew I have noticed the way you look at me, and I like it. It makes me feel desired and hot. I think that if you can keep this a secret we could have some fun together. I think we could become very, very good friends."
