When I was around 18 years old when I went off to college in New York. Getting acclimated to this new life without my parents around was the time of my life. I immediately started partying and skipping classes which reflected in my school work and grades. I don't know what happened exactly, but this new freedom without parental supervision sent me in a spiral. Some nights I would stay out partying and not get back to my dorm room til early in the morning, even when I had classes the next day at 8:00 AM. So, my routine was usually to sleep til noon and maybe make a few of my later classes.
New York had so many night clubs that I quickly found my favorites and became a regular at many of them. The bartenders knew me by name and also knew my drink of choice by memory. I was a regular and enjoyed the night life.
My only problem was that I was kinda short and not real masculine looking. I think it always held me back from getting more pussy. A lot of girls would pass on me because of my height. At only 5 foot 9 inches tall, I was still considered very attractive and had no trouble getting my share of pussy. Well, maybe not my share, but I occasionally did get laid and got some blow jobs from some very sexy ladies. I hated being so short and hoped for a growth spurt before it got too late in life, but in reality my parents were both small in stature and I kinda felt maybe my height had already peaked.
Just to describe myself briefly, I had blonde hair, weighed about 150 pounds, and was described by others as being "slim or lean". Some girls even told me that I had a "sexy swimmer's build". I was also very fair complected and smooth, with almost no facial hair and had kind of delicate features according to some women. Even though I was kinda short, not trying to sound vain or conceited, I really was considered attractive by the opposite sex. On many occasions women had commented to the effect that my eyes were beautiful, that they wish they had my cheekbones or that I had beautiful lips and gorgeous features. Some even said I was so pretty that I could be a model.
The one thing that I really had going for me was my cock. It was almost 9 inches long and as thick as a can of spray deodorant. Circumcised and straight as an arrow, I thought I had a normal sized cock as a kid, until almost every single girl that ever got to see it had giggled and professed how big it was. The main comments were always something about how, "it didn't match my body" or "good things come in small packages".
I still don't know even today why I am so blessed, but I always wondered if my dad's cock was real big and I inherited it from him genetically. I never looked or asked, but my other theory is, that I started jacking off behind a closed bathroom door when I was around 13 or 14 years old and maybe just exercised it into top form like any other muscle. Anyway, as I got older and learned it was big by comparisons standards, I became obsessed with it getting hard and having it handled by women. I loved showing it off. I became addicted to sex when I was 15 years old.
As I got older and became involved with women, I loved when the time finally came to drop my pants and see the expression on their faces when I whipped it out. Girls would squeal or gush over it, sometimes feigning intimidation of my size and girth. Even though some would tell me that, "it would never fit" or "that it was too big", I never met an ass or a pussy that I couldn't work it all the way in. Well, maybe I couldn't get it in all their butts, but it fit in any pussy I ever tried to get it in.
I did and still do however have trouble getting my cock sucked deep. My cock is just too thick to get in just anybody's throat, so I usually have to settle with getting the tip or maybe three inches of it sucked on. I still wouldn't trade it for the world though, it's a good problem to have. I have always enjoyed making women struggle on my cock and especially enjoy the conquest of finally having them impaled on my big dick or having them gag on it in their throat.
Anyway, I was out cruising for some pussy one night and was extremely horny, when the bartender called for last call on drinks. Having struck out with the few female customers in the bar I decided to call it a night. I figured I would just go home and jack off before going to bed because my cock had been semi erect all night.
As I left the bar I grabbed a copy of the weekly advertisement newspaper that stood in a stand by the door. This periodical consisted mostly of local advertisements and events in the New York area. I had read them before and used them to find different "wet shirt contests", "bikini contests" and different "happy hours" in the past. They also had a section in the back for escorts and phone sex lines, but while I didn't have money for these, I still liked reading them. I figured I would just use the pictures of the female escorts for my jack off stimulus before going to bed.
When I got to my car, I really didn't want to got back to the dorm yet and just started looking through the magazine. That was when I saw the ad. It was for a place called The Stockade.
This was a place that stayed open all night long and the ad had a lot of sexual and bondage innuendos in it. It had a picture of a man locked in a stockade in leather shorts. His arms and head were secured in the stockade and he was bent over at the waist and blindfolded. The ad said, "Couples Welcome", so I was immediately curious and still very horny. The address was just down the road from me so I thought I might check it out and see what it was and if there were any women there.
When I pulled into the parking lot it was after 2:00 AM and there were about 10 cars in front. The building looked more residential than commercial and had only one light bulb over the door. As I entered the door a clerk from behind a counter looked up at me and sensing this was my first time here he just stared at me.
"It's ten dollars to go in," he finally said.
I opened my wallet and handed him ten of my last thirteen dollars. This place was really seedy and I was regretting giving him my money as soon as he put it in a cigar box.
"Go straight up the stairs and have a good time," was all he said.
I had a bad feeling that my money was gone for nothing. This place was so nasty and dark, that I couldn't imagine any sexy or attractive women could be in here. The stairwell had a single red light bulb that cast an eerie glow over the dirty dark walls. While the steps felt solid and sturdy, I could only imagine how old and decrepit looking it was in broad daylight. Once my eyes had adjusted and my courage returned, I picked up my speed and made my way to the top of the creaky stairs.
