Mark had always had a little crush on Marilyn. Glen, Marilyn and Mark had all gone to the same liberal arts college. Glen and Marilyn were freshmen when Mark was a sophomore. None of them had known each other before that point. Mark could remember seeing Marilyn with her girlfriends at various parties on campus and thinking she was cute for a frosh. It was at this time however that he was trying to find his way out of a messy relationship with a girl he'd been dating since his freshman year and so he never took the time to flirt with her.
Mark met Glen when Glen joined the frisbee team but initially they didn't get along. Mark was a little put off by Glen's cockiness and didn't make any attempt to get to know him. By chance they had a mutual friend, Jack, who convinced Mark that Glen was actually a good guy. Once Mark let his guard down it didn't take long for he and Glen to become fast friends. Mark started hanging out with Jack and Glen and, consequently, their girlfriends more often. He finally got the chance to get to know Marilyn, the girl he'd looked at fondly from afar, as well as Jack's new girlfriend, Marilyn's roommate, Cara.
Now he, Glen and Marilyn were 'grown-ups' living in Brooklyn together while Jack and Cara had moved to Austin, Texas. Glen was pursuing a career as a computer technician, Marilyn a career in urban planning. Mark was having a rougher time of it, unsure exactly what interested him and working whatever menial jobs he could get to make ends meet. Sometimes it got him down but right at this moment he could have cared less.
Marilyn's hand had found Mark's pants zipper and was slowly pulling it down. Mark's conscience was telling him to stop this at once. It was telling him it was inappropriate and unfair to his good friend Glen but the drinks in his body were reminding him how horny he was and his libido was saying who gives a shit? This feels too damn good and I've basically wanted this to happen since I first set eyes on this girl. He wondered what all this meant about him as a person and his supposed 'friendship' with Glen. He knew what could happen would be awful of him but he didn't have a strong inclination to stop it.
Marilyn's hand had now disappeared through his fly in a desperate attempt to find the hidden treasure. Even so, because her head was turned and her eyes were closed and she couldn't see what she was doing, she was having trouble locating his member. Mark chuckled to himself as he watched her fumble around in his pants, enjoying the slight power trip. Eventually he grabbed her wrist lightly and guided her fingers to his cock which, surprisingly, was still soft. One squeeze, two squeeze. Her hand seemed astonished at what it was grasping: a thick, long, warm fleshy slug.
Mark wasn't entirely sure why he was so attracted to Marilyn. She wasn't what he considered 'hot' but she was definitely pretty. She was 26 years old, 5'6'' in height with dark brown hair that she typically kept in a ponytail. She had green eyes, a thin face, a small nose, fair skin. Her cutest attribute was probably her plentiful freckles that dappled the bridge of her nose and forehead. She was a yoga fanatic which helped her keep a thin and lean figure. She had small breasts and a cute little butt. She wasn't curvy, which was what Mark was normally attracted to, but she was intelligent, had a nice smile, nice teeth, great legs, and a warm personality. For whatever reason Mark had always wanted to fuck her.
Marilyn had also had confusing feelings for Mark. It wasn't that she outright wanted to have sex with him but after getting to know him as a friend she had become attracted to him. He was smart, funny, humble, and kind of sexy. He could even be considered handsome at times- he had green eyes, a short beard and curly brown hair that he kept cut close to his head. He was 5’10’’ and an athletic build. He stayed in pretty good shape because of the sports he played but he wasn’t a health freak. For the most part he was overlooked by the girls at school if not for his unconventional and ordinary looks then his self-deprecating, slightly self-conscious demeanor. He was a quiet guy with a deep voice.
The one certain advantage that had garnered more attention from females than anything else was the size of his penis. It wasn't monstrous but it was definitely very big. It was very big and it was very thick. From soft to hard it was visually one of the most aesthetically pleasing cocks most girls would ever encounter. When flaccid it easily hung down 7 inches and had a running girth of 6 inches. He was circumcised and his head was plump, matching the thickness of the rest of his schlong. When erect his cock neared 8 and a half inches and his girth 6.5 inches. His balls were the size of large chicken eggs, jostling in a scrotum that was continuously itching to release a virile stream of semen.
At 27 Mark had only been with a few girls, most of them 3 month long relationships that puttered out when he realized he wasn't actually friends with any of them. He had had a couple of random hookups here and there but his sexual exploits would certainly not be considered prolific. Only 7 girls had actually seen his penis and of those only 4 had seen it more than once. Nonetheless they were a content bunch and they loved spilling the beans to their friends about why they were wearing grins from ear to ear after spending a night with their Casanova. It wasn't just his size that thrilled them either; Mark had learned early on that the best sex was when it was the best sex for all parties involved. He had a knack for foreplay and never took his god-given package for granted. He knew that even more important were seduction, passion, tension, playfulness- basically all the stuff that makes sex fun. For such a self-effacing guy Mark was, in the mind of every girl he had been with, the best sex that they had ever had. The fact that he operated with a tool of such generous proportions was a wonderful footnote that drove them mad with lust. And when it came time to gossip with their friends the fact that he was as well-endowed as Harvard University raised temperatures and eyebrows around the table. Word got around but Mark was never teased about it or had the information flaunted in his face. There were a few females who, when they heard the news, overtly flirted with him hoping to experience the beast. But Mark typically found them ditzy or too over-zealous and uninterested in having even a normal conversation. Not that Mark didn't like to get wild and kinky at times. Those encounters, though, he typically reserved for girls who were more sophisticated, who could engage in a stimulating tete-a-tete that ultimately led to frantic lovemaking. Superior intellect happened to be a major turn on for him. This was partly because he thoroughly enjoyed getting to know these certain enlightened females and partly because he enjoyed feeling inferior to them.
Marilyn perhaps didn't fit that particular bill but certainly wasn't dumb and she too had heard whispers of Mark's fat dork. In fact, she had been intrigued by the prospect of his big dong since their friend Cara had told her about the night she had seen it.
