I wish to give a "Big Thank You" to Ray Ross for his help editing my mess. Below is the re-edited Chapter 1. However, do not fear there is a completed Chapter 2 out for editing which will be posted as soon as possible.
I wish to also thank the unexpected responses from so many readers. As a way of saying thank you, a preview of next chapter will involve a BIG transformation for our hero, Rod, two women, the emasculation of another guy, and a lot of stroke material. But remember, despite all the prurient content of next chapter, this is still a serious and highly academic exercise in advanced psychology, exploring the controversial Prussian theory of "the evolution of late adolescent male sexual fantasy in post modern dialectic society."
So, any snickering in the back of the class room, or comments about the impossibility of omnipotent penile size, shall adversely affect your grade. Thank you.
Prof No Gratis
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This is an unrealistic sexual fantasy of highly improbable occurrences, impossible events, and massive genitals. An exposΓ© into to the post adolescent male subconscious sex thriller of achieving alpha male status of epic proportion, and an excuse to write about massive sexual orgies involving one man and countless sexy women. This is porn, parody, a hopefully a little humor. You have been warned, please don't bother to tell me his penis is too big!!!
I picked up my cell phone, it was my high school friend, Charlie, from my office.
"What's up, Rod, how was the flight to New Orleans?"
"Uneventful, just checked my bags into the hotel, but they won't have my room ready until noon. I'm just going to grab some breakfast. By the way, nice hotel. Sure beats the typical motel corporate usually gives us," I said.
"You know, I pulled some strings with Corporate to give you VIP accommodations. Besides it was the least I could do, given what I have to tell you next. You see, I have some good news and some bad," he explained.
I thanked him. Charlie and I went back to grammar school together. He was the person that got me this technician job with AP Medical and that was why I was here in New Orleans instead of back at home working as some clerk in a grocery store. You see, I am what you would call an underachiever. I'm a nice guy but I always lacked any ambition or assertiveness. I once saw a therapist for a while and she told me that I was extremely passive; it affected all my relationships: work, family, and especially whatever little relationship I had with women. Since 1st grade on I was always the kid getting picked on and abused; and now that I was all grown up things were different, but not really. I was a bona fide loser with people in general, so, when Charlie got me the job, I was very grateful. The job, a service technician for expensive and complicated medical hardware, was not a great paying job by any means, as my current financial crisis of not being able to pay my rent proved. But it allowed me to travel around the country about 80% of the time, repairing the medical machines that AP manufactured. While the company usually put me up in some discount motel on my travels, this time Charlie had seriously hooked me up with a swank boutique hotel in the heart of the French Quarter. It was almost like I was on a fancy vacation, except that I had to be at the University Hospital fixing medical machines in the morning.
"Well, the Hospital called and their equipment seems to be working, so your service call has been cancelled," Charlie continued. Charlie could hear my disappointment that I would have to leave tomorrow to return to headquarters and deal with my jack-ass boss, Cindy, again.
"No, the good news is that I talked corporate into keeping you there for a full two weeks on standby. University Hospital is a big account and they have been having trouble with the new APAC units. I got them to agree that keeping a tech nearby is in their best interest. So buddy, you got a two week standby call with full amenities at AP's expense," he chuckled.
"Charlie, you're the best. I don't know what I did to deserve a friend like you." I said.
"You might not feel that way after the bad news. I don't know any other way to put this: you are going to get fired as soon as you get back. That bitch, Cindy, is on a personal crusade against you, I swear there was nothing I could do to help. Donaldson and every other VP wants to fuck her so bad, they kiss her ass. I have no idea what you did to her to make her hate you this much," he explained.
"Nothing. I swear I did nothing." Cindy Michaels was probably the hottest woman to ever work at AP Medical. Within 3 months, she rose up from a college intern to director of operations on her looks alone, and she loathed me for no reason. Except, deep down, I knew she hated me for being a loser. "Charlie, you know my situation with the landlord, why now?" I rumbled.