Another in a series of true stories
Sometimes it's a real pain to have a big cock. When I walk around in the locker room, men stare. Plain and simple - they gawk, they stare, they drool, or they look jealously. Occasionally I see a man stare and he gets turned on. How do I know? Well, duh, they get a hardon. Their cock gets hard, it come up to their stomach, and it begins drooling pre-come. I have seen this in high school, at college, in the gym, even in dressing rooms in stores.
Consequently I dress conservatively, in loose clothes, wearing baggy pants, sweat pants, pants a size or two too big with the belt tight around my waist to hold it up. What a pain in the ass this is. If I buy pants in the right size, you can see a sizeable bulge where my cock and balls lie. I don't want to attract the wrong kind of attention, at least not too often.
I usually wear shorts over my lycra workout shorts, so that my cock isn't too visible. When I don't, people stare - that is how Susan and I became close to Roberta. That was a good meeting, but I'm not gay. Nope, no way, not me.
Last weekend I came to the gym alone, Susan wasn't feeling too hot, and I had to do a little extra to make up for lost time. I changed in the locker room, did my weight routine, followed by an aggressive 45-minute workout on the treadmill. I was soaked in sweat. I used one of the towels supplied by the gym to wipe the sweat off of me, but I couldn't get rid of the sweat on my clothing. It smells funky, not too great, but it has a cleanness to it, I can't quite describe it, and it feels great to know I am working to improve myself. I've added quite a bit of bulk since high school, I try to avoid the fat my father is beginning to gather around his waist.
After the workout I met some friends in the locker room, and we chatted about things in town. It's nice to live in a small town; you know most of the people and have a lot of things in common. We chatted as I took off my shirt and shorts, and I walked into the sink area to get a tissue to blow my nose. I kept on my lycra shorts, so I wouldn't attract undue attention; it has just become a habit. The five of us continued to chat as I removed my lycra shorts, and everybody just became quiet. I looked up and asked "What?"
I caught most of them looking up, tearing their eyes away from my cock. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and we chatted again, ignoring the deafening silence from before. I walked into the shower and washed off the grime, and then went into the sauna. The sauna is kept almost uncomfortably hot, and I tried to relax, I don't get this luxury too often.
Two of my friends came in shortly behind me, and we chatted. Rick and Brad have been friends of mine from football, wrestling, baseball, school, church, and lots of parties. Rick left and Brad and I continued talking.
By now I was sweating profusely, all the dirt from inside me was being pushed out my pores and running down my body. Brad then dropped a bombshell on me. "Dude, you should be a model," he said. "Huh? What do you mean?" I asked. He told me that with my good looks, killer body, and then he paused "and with your big dick" he told me that I could really make a killing.
Then Brad told me about some of the stories he had heard, specifically about my big dick. He then asked me "Just exactly how big is that thing?" I told him it was a shade over eleven inches. He just gaped and said he wished his dick was that big, and I told him it wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
I watched him swallow after a while and then he said something like "If you don't mind, I would love to see what your dick looks like hard." I laughed and told him I'd take a picture. Brad then told me about his girlfriend, and what a killer bod she had, about her big tits, her sexy behind, and how she loved fucking and sucking. He told me about how the weekend before she had sucked him off on the way to the concert, and they had fucked inside the concert while standing up. I've seen her, she really looks like the All-American sex machine, really stacked, a killer smile, and incredibly beautiful. He then told me that they had discussed a three-way, and he wanted me to join them.