All characters are over 18 years of age.
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I used to be pretty poor and raised pretty poor and all the stuff that went with it so I ended up barely getting through high school because frankly I slacked off. I simply felt the deck was already stacked against people like me so why try too hard to just get stomped on.
And it wasn't horrible either, it really wasn't.
But it was a lot of doing things for money that kids I went to school with from the middle classed kids on up would never know how to do from actual farming to cutting your own firewood and all that stuff to doing all the odd jobs that you could find.
And I had lots of friends and people in the same boat as me so there was that but it did leave me with this distaste for a lot of people that had things handed to them and a low tolerance for them too.
But it was cool it led me down a lot of paths in search of work and some of those things were really cool things like picking morels in The Rocky Mountains. That's hard work and with the bears and even just the accidents you can have it's dangerous. But it still had me up there and in those heights and views for like some of the best six weeks when I was eighteen.
It was worth it.
I've farmed and fished on trawler boats and worked in all kinds of food industry places from apple farms to tomatoes and vineyards. Even right out of high school I went with friends to university and had a job pumping gas and delivering pizzas as the roommate with a job so we or rather they didn't have to live on campus.
Which was cool since we both had cars and my best friend Sean at the time saved money from both not having to pay really steep dorm rates and student parking which wasn't free.
And I ate a ton of meals in the food hall with him and our other friends since buying student food cards was a lot cheaper than groceries.
But life was just for me going through the motions. I was a lot more concentrated on just getting by and trying to get by pretty well for a guy with no degree.
Things changed just after I had moved to Dixon Hill and at first with a cousin when I was twenty eight. Darren got me hired as warehouse security and we hung around for six months before he took off for the oil patch. And I got his security gig at Dixon Hillcrest Hospital as my main job and the warehouse as my casual one.
The warehouse job gave me a little extra cash and it was a shipping warehouse so it was full of tons of things from all over and there was even side warehouse of the unclaimed goods.
It was a really good gig actually I was pretty much the only one there at nights and the only thing I had to do with the incoming cargo was let the truckers unload it themselves into the receiving warehouse for the day staff to put in whichever place that it went.
So I got to read a lot and do things online a bit in between watching cameras and doing rounds.
When I turned thirty I had been there almost two years and finally I succumbed to looking through the unclaimed things.
This stuff was going to be auctioned off but it never did. Dixon Hill was a middle classed mid sized town in the middle of nowhere really. You could drive to a lot of places from here but that's it. The town was a nickel mining town that had long dried up. The only reason we were anything was the University here in town and the Nursing school and the vocational college or trade school. Plus a few other things.
But nobody was going to organize a big auction for junk.
Too much time and effort for people here that were definitely not paid enough.
So I broke the rules and I peeked in things.
And judging from past scuff marks others had too.
But I was the only one that looked through these old fire scorched boxes from some other warehouse fire. I checked the dates and they'd been here shoved in the corner for like a decade.
Most things looked like junk but there was a wooden box there that was small and kind of untouched.
I carefully moved things around and used my knife to open it.
It was sealed in wax?
Okay...it was the strangest thing I'd ever seen.
A whalebone or ivory penis carving with what looked like nordic writing burned or died into it and slid onto it was a two inch wide band of gold with the a stylized lightning bolt wrapping all around it?
It looked old and it was weird as fuck but it'd been a decade and no one was looking at this stuff.
So fuck it. I got it out of there and took it home.
I hid it for while and just waited if someone even noticed and no one did.
So after four months and the coast being clear I was looking at it while I was off.
The ring came off the sculpture easy enough and I looked the sculpture over. You can't melt that down it's ivory and it's hard to sell stuff if it's that unique. So I sent it away to a friend thinking that she'd get a kick out of it with her being a pagan and all that sort of witchy stuff.
The gold ring I could sell because even if it was hot or easily recognizable it was gold and it could be melted down.
It was heavy too and big.
The penis carving was big too, like oddly fictionally big which made sending it to Amy that much better.
And just because I am an odd fucker and on my fourth beer I pulled down my jeans and shorts and fished myself out and slid it on.
And it went down around the base easy enough and it shrunk!
Seized onto me and I freaked out.
Then lightning bolts of current came from every power outlet that I had shocking me and frying me and I screamed and passed out as all the lights went dark all over town.
I was actually shocked to be alive when I woke up and then my junk hurt, my shorts and part of my shirt were fried and my dick ached. I got a look at the damage and it looked fine.
Except for where the ring was.
It somehow fused into my cock perfectly. I felt it and it didn't even feel like metal it had gone flush with my skin? Like a gold metal tattoo.
Magic.
Yeah I know magic's not supposed to be real but here I was and I was fine and there it was fused into my body.
I lay back on the floor and idiot that I am I started stroking myself using that to inspect the damage.
See if I could still get hard.
And wow I did.
From a shower to a grower.
It kept getting bigger and bigger until it was the size of the ivory cock the ring had been on.
Twelve fucking inches.
Double my normal size.
I got up and showered and changed and kind of hard to will it down to get dressed and went to the hospital.
Okay it was a little embarrassing getting signed in and for the reason that I gave made Donna the older front desk girl look like she wanted to laugh.
Then after a wait I was called to outpatients.
Dr. Kelly was on which pissed me off.
Adrian Kelly was this tall skinny asshole that had the preppy hair and the intentional chique geek look. I wouldn't mind normally but he's a coward for one leaving us in security to hang while we deal with problem patients and he's a jackass that has used his power and money to con people into sleeping with him and fucking up the work vibe. Added to that he's a bully and a rat to people and thinks he's better than everyone else just made me really dislike the guy.
Leslie Baker was the nurse on with him and she triaged me.
Leslie was an airhead for being an RN, she played the part well too and she wasn't so much vapid as she was self absorbed and self centered in the extreme. That got compounded by her being really pretty cute and was likely smoking hot when she was younger. Now she was a MILF and she knew it.
She came in looking at my sheet and closed the door. "James I see you have some swelling, okay take off your pants and let me see."
I could feel her untold jokes to come in her tone. I signed and turned red and took off my pants and boxers and she stared.
"Wow...I mean uhm...that's an interesting tattoo."
She went over and stared and stared and then she licked her lips and started to examine it.
Of course I got hard.
And Leslie was trying hard to be professional I guess as it kept getting bigger and bigger.
I could feel her.
Shock, surprise, thrilled...I surpassed the biggest cock she'd ever seen in real life.
I could literally feel her as she was touching me.
I thought at her trying for the same way that she was sending the thoughts.
~Stroke it.~
Leslie started giving me a handjob.
She realized what she was doing and was going to pull away but didn't because I didn't want her too it felt good.
~Suck it.~
