This is completely fictional, and a long time fantasy of mine. All characters are 18 and older. I hope you like it, and look forward to any and all constructive criticism! Thanks for reading!
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Prelude.
Friday.
"OMG! Theres no way you're sticking that in me!" she exclaimed, shrinking back from my growing erection. This wasn't the first time I'd heard that, making it the second time just this month.
"Oh, come on..." I tried to rally. "It's not that big, and besides, we'll make sure you're ready for it, I'm not in a rush. I don't wat to hurt you, I just want to take our time and make you feel good, baby!"
She took another step back and started to button her blouse back up. "Not that big? Its got to be the biggest one I've ever seen, and you're not even all the way hard yet!" She said shaking her head, looking at my 9" semi, "You'd ruin me for life with that thing, if you could even get it in! Nope, I don't think so mister."
I felt my anger and embarrassment flair up. "So, you enjoyed chatting me up, getting wined and dined, getting me all riled up," I retorted waving a hand at my now fading erection. "And that's it? Nice, thats just... Nice." I said in exasperation, feeling the heat of shame flaring up in my cheeks.
"Look," she said. "I feel bad. But I'm not a size queen, and you're nice and all, but its not like we're going to be getting married..." Finished buttoning her blouse she straightened her collar and smoothed her skirt over her (no longer) inviting hips.
"Mmmhmmm, yeah classy." I replied shaking my head now.
"I would offer to blow you, but I don't want to get a mouth cramp on that thing, I can jerk it for you if you'd like?" She offered. Obviously looking for a way out of the increasingly awkward situation.
"Just forget it." I said resignedly "I don't need a pity pull." with that I did my best to fit my package back into my underwear, pulled my pants back on, straining the zipper over my bulge, and started looking for my coat.
"Look, you're a nice guy, I'm sorry, don't be that way," she said half heartedly. "Can't we just be friends?"
I looked over her 5' 6" frame, her delicate feet, sexy calves and thighs. The sexy swell of her hips through her tight pencil skirt, the narrow well toned abdomen. Her jutting 34B breasts straining against her form fitted and now rebuttoned blouse, up across her long slender very kissable neck, framed beautifully by her long blonde hair. To her beautiful all-American face and finally locked in at her pale blue eyes. "The friend zone, really? Yeah pass, I'm friends with enough women, thanks!"
"Fine." She pouted, a look of relief giving itself away in her eyes.
"Yeah, whatever Carole!" I huffed as I slid out the door, hopefully before the tear in my eyes would give away my shame.
I made it to my sedan, fired it up and pulled off, heading home. This wasn't all that unusual, it had been happening to me ever since high school, but it sure was frustrating.
Size matters they say, yeah right, too much size gets you nothing! It was supposed to be a desirable thing, but in reality, that only mattered for porn, normal women wanted nothing to do with me, once they saw what I was packing.
The last woman that actually wanted another encounter with me was a call girl, and I'm sure that was more about the money than any actual desire for me. I thought briefly of giving her a call, and then dropped it, paying for sex right now was the last thing I wanted to do.
I was feeling lonely and more than just a little bitter by that time so I decided to pop into the convenience store to grab a snack and some beer. At the check out counter the pimply cashier asked if I wanted to buy a ticket for the powerball draw tomorrow, I thought, well I might not be able to get lucky, but maybe I can be lucky? So I got the ticket, paid for my stuff and departed.
I finally made it home. Hung up my coat, and took off my shoes, put the beer in the fridge, reserving one for my immediate enjoyment, grabbed my snack and headed to the living room to watch some tv. Flipped through the channels for a bit, finished my snack and my beer.
Not being able to find anything I turned on some porn, catching a hot ffm and rubbed one out in shame, thinking that the guy in the film was much smaller than me as the actresses oohed and awed at 'how big it was"
I finally came watching the actor trying to stuff his meat in one of the actresses' tiny puckers, something I had never had the chance to do myself. The edge taken off, but still disappointed about my night, I washed up and headed to bed.
Saturday.
I awoke Saturday morning around 8am with my typical morning wood. 10 ½" of morning glory, proudly displaying itself to the world. Sadly, my world was currently limited to me, myself and I, so with a sigh, I headed to the shower to clean up and take care of my bloated appendage.
Once the shower was up to temperature, I stepped under the massaging shower head and washed my hair and threw in some conditioner. I put another large dollop of conditioner on my hands and started to rub them up and down my girthy length.
Recalling the video from last night and my less than satisfactory date, I started to imagine that it was me trying to put my massive tool in Carole's tight little pucker.
I stroked faster with both hands visualizing her pitiful pleas and whimpering as I pushed harder against her slowly dilating pink sphincter. I felt my balls draw up tight and the feeling of an imminent orgasm hit me as I imagined pushing against her resistant and reluctant hole.
I came hard as imagined the shriek of surprise as I got the tip of my swollen glands past her resistance. and I let gush after gush of long thick goo flow down the drain and stood there just shaking for a minute, it was always such a rush to cum.
I recovered and finished up in the shower, finishing off my morning ritual with a shave and styling my hair. I grabbed a quick bite to eat, then out the door to take care of a few errands and hit up the gym.
