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Thanks to my Mrs. Johnson and my Mom, I began to find the confidence that had been lacking all my life. I didn't feel like a freak anymore. Instead, I was starting to appreciate the gift I had been given and was no longer ashamed of my big cock. Indeed, I was starting to realize that my cock just might be "special" enough to attract a number of horny women. Ever since puberty, I had been traumatized by the rejection of girls my own age that ran when they saw what I was packing in my pants. I started to think that just maybe, it might take the experience of an older woman to appreciate what I had. So far at least, it had been older women that seemed to crave my cock. I decided to have a little fun and test out the theory at every available opportunity. Besides, I was getting addicted to the feeling of a warm, wet set of lips sucking me off. Lately, my cock seemed to be the entire focus of my attention and it was hard not to think about anything other than blowing my load into some woman's eager mouth or cunt.
I had a few hours to kill before Mrs. Johnson was supposed to join us for dinner and my mom asked me to go to the supermarket to get a few things for dinner. I had a quick shower and had to resist stroking my cock. It was almost always hard or at least semi hard these days. It had taken quite a licking (no pun intended) over the last few days and was quite sensitive. It took almost nothing to make it hard. I decided that I wasn't going to hide it anymore, quite the opposite in fact. I took out a pair of my silk running shorts and carefully cut out the liner. I slipped them on and thought I'd probably just made a huge mistake. Even though the silk was a dark navy blue color, my cock was very obvious and because the lining was now gone, I found I could position my balls down one leg and my cock down the other.
When I looked in the mirror I almost chickened out because my cock looked obscene and then thought, "What the fuck!" and left them on. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I put on a long, baggy t-shirt that I could use to hide my dick with if things got out of hand. And I thought it might be smart, just in case something embarrassing happened, to go to a supermarket several miles away where I wasn't as likely to run into someone I knew. Ya, let's do this. I gave my cock a quick squeeze, brushed the hair out of my eyes, caught myself grinning, grabbed my car keys and snuck out of the house into my car. As an afterthought, I went back in the house to grab a pair of sweatpants just in case this got really silly. I jumped in my '68 Mustang, thought about Steve McQueen for a second and headed across town to find a supermarket.
As I sat on my black vinyl bucket seats, I looked down and saw that my cock had slipped out of the leg of my shorts. Even though the legs on my shorts were quite long, they bunched up when I sat down and now about 6" of my soft cock was lying across the seat. I stopped myself from reaching down to stroke it because I didn't want to get a hardon. Shit! I laughed when I realized that if my cock got hard it would be bigger than the stick shift on my Mustang.
My balls loosened up from the heat of the bucket seat and slowly, the silky sack slipped out the other leg of my shorts. It actually felt kind of good. I pulled my sack out as far as I could and sure enough, my balls actually hung over the edge of the seat. It felt weird but very good to have them hanging like that. Fuck it. I pulled up the legs on my shorts and let as much of my cock and balls out as I could. I started to feel like a perv and when a dude went by in his pick-up I scrambled to cover up. I pulled up to and stopped at a red light. An older attractive woman of about 40 years of age pulled up beside me in a mini-van. I spread my legs so that she could see everything from her higher vantage point and sure enough, she glanced down into my Mustang and did a huge double take as she saw my big fat white dick lying across the black seat.
As soon as I knew she was staring, I reached down and gave my cock a squeeze, looked up at her and smiled. She was licking her lips and almost panicked when she saw that I was watching her watch me. Finally, some dude in the car behind leaned on his horn because the light had turned green. I slowly pulled away from the intersection and noticed that she was keeping pace with me and was staring at my cock. I stopped at the next red light and sure enough, she was still right beside me and looking right at my cock. The excitement of the situation had got the better of me and my cock was now a full on raging hardon. I was stroking it slowly in a teasing manner and continued to look at her while I slowly jerked off. My cock was oozing precum and I think she almost had a little orgasm when I wiped the precum off the head of my dick with my fingers and then licked them clean. She was looking back and forth from my cock to my face. I don't think she knew where to look.
I figured I had nothing to lose. I turned down my stereo, leaned over a bit towards her and asked her if she wanted to suck "this" right now. I don't think she knew whether to shit or go blind. Here she was, probably with wet panties and from all outward appearances very horny, sitting in traffic looking at a big juicy cock with some asshole asking her to suck it. "Well, do you want to suck this or not?" I half yelled at her, not to be ignorant but to make sure she heard me. She tried to answer but the words seem to get stuck in her throat and she ended up nodding her head yes. I told her to pull into the lane behind the Starbucks and wait for me. I went and parked my car, went into the Starbucks to use their washroom, took a big piss and went into the alley. I couldn't stop smiling. The chicks at the Starbucks were staring at my package too. This was great.
I was half surprised to find that she had actually parked her mini-van in a secluded part of the lane behind the Starbucks. I thought she would chicken out for sure. She was parked so close to a dumpster that I had to squeeze down the passenger side to get in. Not exactly a romantic setting but what the fuck. I felt a little weird getting in because there was a child seat in the back seat of the van. Great. Any anxiety I might have had however, soon vanished when I saw her staring at my cock.
"Please let me suck it," she said.
"You can suck my cock but there are two conditions." (Pretty fucking cheeky or what!)
"Conditions? What conditions? What are they?" she asked.
"First tell me your name."