His name was Luther. Luther Casey. Most of his friends called him "Lute." Though "Root" was a nickname he picked up as a kid, thanks to a younger cousin who had trouble pronouncing his "L's", and it ended up being a self-fulfilling prophecy. Because, by the time Lute started high school, his genitalia had grown to truly impressive proportions: ten inches long and about as thick as his wrist. So once his manhood blossomed, the "Root" nickname took on new meaning.
We'll begin Lute's story from when he was a senior in high school. We won't get into how and when he lost his virginity. But suffice it to say he entered his last year of high school with lots of "experience" and had been fortunate enough to receive some expert tutelage from one particular woman about 20 years his senior.
As any well-hung guy will attest, having a big cock can be pretty great. But knowing how to use it to please a lover (along with his mouth and hands, too, of course) was something Lute wanted to master. So, he was grateful to his patient older partner for taking the time to tutor him in the ways of lovemaking. Though she definitely reaped many of the side benefits.
Lute was a smart and likable guy. An honor student, a respectable athlete, and he had a good sense of humor. He was also a gifted musician, which would fuel a lifelong career. And thanks to some other genetic advantages, he stood over six feet tall and was fit and good looking. So, even without being hung like a stallion, getting dates with girls wouldn't have been a problem for Lute.
He grew up in a mid-sized city located in the American heartland, about two hours away from a major metropolis. He graduated high school in the late 70's, meaning pre-Internet, pre-cell phone and pre so many other things that now color our lives. Lute had one older sister that he was close with, and his parents were very cool. So it was a good life for our boy.
Rachel Thompson was in Lute's advanced Government class and sat diagonally across from him, meaning his view of her during class was mostly in profile. Which was great, because Rachel had an amazing profile. She was tall, had light brown hair that she kept short, a lovely face and tight body, and a pair of full and tantalizing breasts that were a constant source of distraction for Lute. He was completely smitten. But Rachel didn't seem to notice, or care. She was wicked smart - at the top of their class - and carried herself with a womanly confidence that belied her 18 years.
Rachel's academic success was a given in her family. Her dad had a PhD and was a Biology professor at a nearby college. And her mom was a medical doctor - a family practitioner. So brains weren't in short supply in their house. Rachel also had rascally twin brothers in middle school that she loved and sometimes tolerated.
Lute had heard that Rachel mostly went for older guys. And with her sharp intellect, which she didn't flaunt, nor did she need to, Rachel could be pretty intimidating to Lute and other mental mortals. But Rachel and Lute got along well, both in and outside of class, though he never got any sense that she was interested in him. And this no doubt increased his growing infatuation. He wasn't a go-steady kind of guy, because he enjoyed having a diverse array of female companions, but Rachel became Lute's dream girl.
Rachel had set up a study group for some kids in their Government class and asked Lute if he wanted to join. He, of course, readily accepted. Her grandparents spent the winter in Arizona, so Rachel looked after their house and cat in their absence. And she spent a lot of time there, partly to get away from her squirrely brothers, but also to listen to music and study. And she sometimes had friends over. So it was it was at her grandparent's place that their study group gathered on a Thursday evening in early October.
Rachel provided snacks and drinks as the group worked for a few hours at the big kitchen table. And when they finished and the other three kids headed home, Lute stuck around to help Rachel clean up.
She was wearing a pair of tight sweatpants and a big knit sweater that didn't exactly accentuate her fine figure. But even in that outfit, Rachel looked great. And she was also in a flirtatious mood that Lute hadn't seen in her before. As they cleaned up and talked, she caught his eye a few times and gave him a sly smile. And when the house was put back together and he had grabbed his things to leave, Rachel walked him to the back door. They stood in the kitchen and talked for a few minutes. But then, to Lute's complete surprise, Rachel leaned in and kissed him full on the lips.
It was a long and deep kiss, and at first Lute wasn't quite sure what to make of it. But when their tongues started to tangle and Rachel began grinding against his crotch, it all became very clear.
