I'm not much more than an average looking guy. About six feet tall, brown hair and brown eyes. Nothing really special your ordinary person can't tell about me while walking down the street. The only thing you might catch, if your powers of observation hover slightly above the norm, is that I carry a level of self-confidence you don't usually see every day. I'm twenty-eight years old, but for quite some time (I guess somewhere in that four year fog called high school), I realized I had been given something very special. If you're a regular reader, you've probably heard this before, I know I've at least read it on more than one occasion... but I've been given a very large penis. Not huge, mind you, but very big. It's just between nine and nine and a half inches long and even though my thumb and fingers can touch when I hold my erection in my hand, I think any bigger and the girl on the other end might have a tough time getting comfortable.
Now you might think, "Big penis... big deal," but what's really special about it, is that with this big penis I really know how to please a woman. I've grown insatiable since becoming sexually active, able to achieve two, three and even a recent (record) four orgasms at a time. Between ejaculations I stay (mostly) rock hard, and by keeping myself fit and active I've managed to keep a steady but rotating cadence to my lovemaking that really sets a girl off. If she's never had more than one orgasm in one session, she'll have more than one with me. And, if I'm lucky and I get that girl who claims to have never had an orgasm before in her life... when I get her in the sack, she has the greatest night of her life.
Like I said, something very special. And it may sound like I'm being cocky, I assure you I'm just talking about that level of self-confidence... besides you've chosen to read so if you don't buy it then go ahead and stop here, I won't be offended. The reason I want you to fit real nicely into this story before I really begin, is because it's absolutely true. Everything I'm about to tell you is completely non-fabricated or embellished. If in the course of my writing I begin to exaggerate, I will let you know.
The reason I decided to write down this story is that even though I've had countless sexual encounters, I didn't feel like there was one that merited a story worth anyone's interest, except maybe my close guy friends gathered, a few beers deep, around the table at some noisy bar.
But something happened, just last week, that made me realize I could clearly define the single most sensual, provocative, incredible sexual experience I've ever had. I don't know if anything this incredible will ever happen again, therefore it would be apathetic albeit anticlimactic to the memory of this event, if I didn't write it down in all its lustrous detail. And so, because of that I not only do this for me... but for you, the reader. I hope you can feel one ounce of the excitement, I still feel every time I breath to this day.
My first sexual experience was on a yellow bus on the way home from school. A neighbor's visiting friend slipped under the seats, without saying a word to me, and then reached inside the leg of my shorts and squeezed my penis. Because of her, needless to say, my masturbation sessions doubled in frequency and ferocity shortly thereafter.
Another memorable experience was a solo jerkoff session, when alone in the bathtub, surrounded by cooling water, I somehow slipped into another place entirely, not even thinking of sex or sexuality. I just worried about the feeling pulsing through my shaft. And when even that was gone, and my penis spurted it's first creamy gob of cum, I hadn't realized how powerful that moment was until through half closed eyes I watched the first stream hit the ceiling above the tub and drip slowly back onto my heaving chest.
I don't know how long I laid there afterwards, but I slept more peaceful than I can remember on that night, and woke more refreshed and on an such an incredible high the next morning, that I hadn't felt it since... until just last week - after the incredible encounter I will speak about in just a moment.
Losing my virginity was life-altering for me, but I don't think that story is really entitled to be included in this particular anecdote. I remember glimpses of wonderful moments: my first slow-sex session, where I could feel the girl physically controlling the walls of her pussy, so that they massaged my cock, continually, even as I began pumping thick seed into her belly.
I also remember my first threesome (not that they happen often, contrary to popular opinion), two cute heads alternately bobbing up and down on my quivering penis. Then exploring one girl's ass with my hands as she rode up and down in my lap while I took turns sucking on her tits and the other girl's tongue.
I remember the excitement of fucking a woman - a real woman at age 38, while at 19 I could still be considered a boy. She had large untamed breasts that bounced, when they weren't pressed hard against my chest. She had an annoying habit of biting my upper lip, and moaned louder than I would have liked her to... but god damn did she know how to fuck. She had stripped the bed of her sheets, all but one actually, and somewhere between ripping our clothes off and starting doggy style, she had managed to pull out a bottle of oil and by the end of our romp we were sweaty, sticky, gooey, dripping - and completely one hundred percent spent.
And then, for a long while, sex got boring. I had long decided it wouldn't dominate or control my life the way I'd seen it do so to some friends, sometime lovers, and even my older brother. While they seemed solely interested in the orgasm or the new strange way to get off - I looked at it as less than a hobby. A good time that, suddenly, wasn't even that good anymore.
Sure, I'd get my rocks off, and I loved the little noises girls made, the different ways they gritted their "fucks" and "fuck me's" (they nearly always cussed, by the way). Two things really turned me off by the whole process, I guess you could say. One, was the constant retelling of the classic tale, whereby the slightly or not so slightly intoxicated club or bar chick, stumbles into the house, finds a non-slutty way to get to the bedroom (or the couch if she can't even hold it together for that long), and then after the awkward condem pause, we'd have sex in a way that was completely new and excited to her, but was getting old and redundant for me.
Second, was that somewhere in the middle of this lackluster period of my life, I'd actually met, and fucked my match. She (a stunning exotic brunette) had come over with a friend (a cute blond) as a guest of my roommate. After the blond failed to score with my roommate, who for some reason decided to go to bed, I was left alone in the living room with the two.
The blond, turned her sights on the bottle of red wine on the table, and me, however I was more interested in her non-chalant fox of a friend. The brunette seemed so indifferent, even chiding me by saying my looks weren't going to persuade her to do anything remotely sexual, except maybe stretching before she carried her friend out the door. After a little pushing she came out with the words I'd longed to hear for a while: "I've never had an orgasm."
"What?" I replied. "Never?" She shook her head, explaining that she could somewhat satisfy herself with her fingers and a vibrator, but had never exploded between the legs. Not that she didn't enjoy the intimacy and even raw-anamalistic nature of a good boffing - but she certainly didn't feel I was worth the time. I smiled, then laughed, then pushed her blond friends head off my shoulder and looked her right in the eyes.
"I'll bet you," I said leaning forward, "a thousand dollars I can give you your first orgasm." She didn't miss a beat and responded by saying she didn't have a thousand dollars to give me.
