I have to laugh when I read these stories about how every Black guy has a big cock, and the poor little white boy is always cuckcolded. I know some Blacks have big cocks and some have average or even small cocks. Being a physician, I know what I see in my practice, and what the national norms are.
My story isn't about my practice, however, but is about the big cock novelty. When I think back to my high school days, I still chuckle.
When I was in high school, there were four Black guys in my gym class. Jimmy, Lammy, Budba, and Cootie. They had average size cocks with Cootie having the largest. I was one of several Italians in the class, but I had one distinction: I had the biggest cock of them all, including the Black guys. My friends called me "T" which later turned to "T Rope" when they got a good look at my cock, then to just "Rope."
In those days, everybody made fun of anybody different, so I tried to keep a low profile. I tried to wait until the other guys were out of the shower before "sneaking" in. Many times I would just wash off after gym class with water from the sink, and dry off as quickly as possible.
I was extremely shy, despite my big cock; I thought I was deformed. You know how it is when you are a teenager, you think everybody is looking at you, and you think ever part of your body needs to be perfect and look like everyone else's. What made it more difficult was that like most Italian boys, I was almost always horny. I lost my "cherry" to my girlfriend's mother when I was in my teens. She was about forty years old at the time, but that is another story.
By the time I was 18, I was fucking quite a few "women." I didn't date girls from the school because I was afraid they would make fun of me because of my big dong (little did I know!) So I would either jack off or look for some older ladies that were interested in some young cock. I worked at a gasoline service station, and that job provided me with quite a few prospects. We were still washing windshields in those days, and I got to look up quite a few skirts, which in turn led to some action for me on many occasions.
I was embarrassed at some of the things the ladies would say to me, flirting. I was good looking, but not the movie star type. Then one day, something happened that would change my life. One of my classmate's mothers pulled into the station. I filled her car with gas, and of course, cleaned her windshield. She was wearing a short dress, and was showing a lot of leg. I thought I could see her pussy, but passed it off as a reflection. Then she said to me, "T, do you like to look up my dress?"
I was embarrassed and said, "What do you mean Mrs. Matoni?"
She told me that she knew I was looking up her dress and that it was OK. She asked me if I thought she was pretty. I told her that she was very nice.
I wasn't lying. She was a petite nice looking Italian lady. I always checked her ass out when I went to her house to hang out with her son, Tony. She was always smiling, but I was too dumb to pick up any overt messages that she may have been sending.
She asked me if I liked older woman. Of course, I told her yes, and I never thought of her as an old woman. She then asked if any of the other boys told me anything about her. I told her the truth, that I hadn't heard anything. She then told me that she was having sex with several of Tony's special friends when her husband was working. She asked me if I was interested in being a special friend. I said that I didn't think it was right, since I was one of Tony's friends. She assured me that Tony didn't care, and she always made sure that he wasn't home when she had sex.
She spread her legs, and I could see that it wasn't a reflection; she wasn't wearing any underwear! My dick began to rise in my pants, and Mrs. Matoni licked her lips while checking out my bulge. I asked her when would be a good time. She said that her husband was working tonight, but Tony was home. I said that is a shame because I get off at 10:00.
