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    It took Jimmy Rodriguez a long time to come to the realization that he had a big dick. Not that he ever thought so, mind you. The most he’d ever allow was that he had a larger than average dick, though not necessarily a big dick.

    Fault that on exposure to too much porn, one might say, what with all these “Mr. twelve, fourteen, eighteen inchers” running about. They look bigger in the movies. Well, some do, at least.

    Nevertheless, Jimmy rationed that the guys who really had big dicks were the ones who were bigger than he. The converse of his logic of course (if drawn to its inescapable finality) being that guys who weren’t, didn’t.

    So because of this, those first exposures (in real world encounters) - those first reactions from others who saw him “in the flesh” left Jimmy skeptical of his own endowment: those first “that’s the biggest cock” and those double takes practically ignored; that guy in the shower who saw him fully erect who kept repeating, “how can it be so big?” the mere ranting of some lunatic, perhaps, or someone at least who hadn’t seen much, no doubt.

    But then after a few “now that’s a big dick” and comments about it hanging halfway to his knees, after a few grabs at it and guys with impressive members of their own referring to him as “big dick Jim”, after jokes about abnormal and such, Jimmy gradually began to allow that maybe there was something going on down there more than he had previously considered.

    Or perhaps it was that time Jimmy was standing there looking out over a pond and having some small talk conversation with a guy sitting in the grass (about the weather or something). The breeze felt good, the sun was warm and Jimmy's soft hang began to lengthen and fill though still not hardened.

    That's when Jimmy looked back over toward the guy and noticed white stuff shooting out and landing between the guy's feet. He had come, just from Jimmy’s standing there.

    Not that all reactions were that benevolent. Yes there were those who'd occasionally show Jimmy some cartoon of some guy with a big dick saying, “found a picture of you”. But there were also not so pleasant moments, moments of anger too – people angry at Jimmy. Not for what he had done, but for what (or even for who) he wouldn’t do – and sometimes just for being there.

    This last came to Jimmy as a revelation, one evening, later than sooner. That was the day they had come up to Jimmy and said to him, “Okay Jim, what trouble have you caused this time?” Trouble! This time?

    The comment had cut Jimmy to the quick, had hurt his feelings, because whatever Jimmy might have imagined himself, “troublemaker” was among the last. On the contrary, had he not tried so hard to stay out of it?

    But here it was: a man and a woman in a heated argument, words, anger... all because the woman had told her man (for whatever reason) that she was “going to get in the pool and play with a big dicked guy.”

    Jimmy didn’t know here from Adam. He'd just said “hello” to the woman in passing...on the way to a drink machine. But that was enough.

    Jimmy had come to the realization that he could and did cause trouble... just for being there – with a larger than average dick. It shouldn’t have hit him like a ton of bricks, but it had, and in a way it had brought him full circle.

    Jimmy left New York that summer. Packed up his pickup, and headed straight for El Paso. He figured if there was trouble to get into, he'd get into less down there. But only time would tell.
     
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    Jimmy kept himself busy in El Paso for awhile at least, but then began missing the adventures he had at the New York nude resort. So he headed out toward east Texas to a park he’d visited some time ago, only, it didn’t go so well that first time.

    Maybe he should’ve gotten a clue from those “Stars and Bars” hanging on the wall of the front office that day, but he figured he’d give it a shot. The club, “Cowboy Bluffs” as it were, was actually flat as a pancake and nestled off road in a lightly wooded area. Equipped with all the necessary amenities, it was run by a spry old chap they called “Doc”, no doubt in part because of some time he was said to have served as an actual doctor in the Merchant Marines, though his real calling was described as a penchant for puppetry.

    In fact it was one of Doc’s puppet shows that Jimmy was engaged in watching, along with the sparse gathering of others there, when he learned that he had to leave. Jimmy almost hadn’t noticed the guy from the front office, apart from the spectators, motioning in his direction, waving him over. Prior to that, he’d kept pretty much to himself, actually, sitting on his towel at poolside and enjoying the warmth of the sun, except for this guy who momentarily sat near him, engaged him in conversation, and spoke to Jimmy of how he’d love to suck a big dark dick -inviting Jimmy for a tryst in the brush (Jimmy politely declined).

    So when Jimmy went over to the front office guy he was rather taken aback when informed that he’d have to leave. The guy sheepishly explained it was the Doc’s wife… her doing. Unlike the gentleman who’d approached Jimmy, turns out SHE had something against “dark meat” according to the office guy. Apologetically he’d given Jimmy back his admission fee and Jimmy left.

    Only now, years later, Jimmy was back but unsure of how the return visit would go. Would they remember him? For some reason, Jimmy decided to be Indian and told them his name was Kumar, because at the time, Jimmy figured that some “dark” people gain entry into places that others didn’t, and Indian seemed to him a safe bet. So in time Kumar became accepted, and he met and became acquainted with others there, though in hindsight the deception was perhaps unnecessary.

    Seems Doc’s wife was no longer on the scene (rumor had it she was dead or dying) and times change, as had the “Stars and Bars” to “Old Glory”. So at last the day came when Jimmy told all that his name was no longer Kumar but Jimmy, which at first brought about an incredulous response. “Jim? That's it? Just Jim??” one asked. Just Jim it was.

    And in time, on some quiet afternoons, Doc would come to regale Jimmy with stories of from whence he came, and what he’d done, and even how he’d come to meet his dear departed wife. And in spite of all that went before, Jimmy saw fit to return him the honor of listening.
     
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    So in time, Jim became a regular at Cowboy Bluffs. And as it so happened, a certain mythos came to evolve around Jimmy, or more accurately his dick. That mythos was one contrived not so much from fact, as from two possible sources. One being that conjured by those not happy when Jimmy failed to live up to their fantasies. For example, an old gent who took it upon himself to follow Jimmy about the ranch, to the point that Jim had to eventually tell him to stop.

    The guy, his hopes apparently dashed, seemed bitter about it, only Jim didn’t know how much until Jimmy once actually hear him mutter under breath, “There is a God”; this to some inconsequential setback the he had overheard Jim was having. Jim had since often wondered just how it was, that this guy had come to figure God had decided to punish Jimmy, for not letting him have at Jimmy’s dick?

    Then there was the woman who proclaimed to Jimmy one evening how Jimmy had her husband’s permission to do her. As if the mere pronouncement of it would make it so. This came not long after hubby had just told Jimmy how he’d break the fingers of any guy he found grabbing at his missus in the hot tubs.

    But that was before the party consisting of them, several others, and Jimmy became engaged in a game of billiards in the adjoining room, during which Jim’s dick had time to relax, unwind, and eventually loll thick, long, and heavy - slapping his thighs as he moved about the table. Now Jim had his blessings. Of course, Jim was polite with the information newly received, but nothing ever came of it.

    These instances, though, were rare. As I said, the mythos came of two sources, the other being mostly that which was assumed of Jimmy, or more accurately what he’d done, by virtue of the mere proportions of his endowment. This was revealed to Jimmy one afternoon when a fellow with whom he was speaking stated rather matter of factly, that he’d heard Jimmy had done most of the women at the ranch.

    This astounded Jimmy to no end, and he quickly searched the man’s face for hint of jest, or humour. There was none. It was uttered with the same sureness as if one proclaimed grass was green and water wet. And when Jimmy tried his best to convince the gent that this was far from the truth, the guy regarded Jimmy as the one who was joking, or at least covering up the facts.

    But the plain truth of it was, Jimmy wasn’t really there for that. Jimmy’s prime enjoyment, satisfaction if you will, came from the social interaction… that of seeing, and perhaps more significantly, of being seen; especially that occasional reaction to his wang and the stir that at times seemed to surround his merely being there. True, he’d been surprised to learn some considered him a “troublemaker”… “trouble” was not his intent. But Jimmy knew he caused a stir.
     
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    And so because of his “being there”, the interaction and reaction to him and his dick, and as he later discovered, the mythos that evolved around that, Jimmy also quickly became aware that he’d become the focus of a few individuals… guys, who seemed to take upon themselves the role of watchers of, and protectors from, the evil influences of Jimmy’s joint. Denizens of the Deep (whatever), Jimmy thought them as, there to protect the virtues of their gentry by swaying them from any entertainment of Jimmy’s dick.

    On occasion, Jimmy could see them, across the way, talking to a couple, or to new visitors, all looking in his direction, the denizen’s head shaking no, tongues wagging. It was a curious thing to behold, though in truth, Jimmy took mild amusement from watching them at work, especially on one particular summer afternoon.

    The weather was warm and the pool fairly crowded this particular weekend. Jimmy was lying poolside, on a slightly inclined recliner, one leg bent upward, his dick resting between his legs and touching the towel beneath him. Standing in the shallow side of the pool before him was a quite attractive young lass of a lightly olive complexion. He’d seen her at the ranch before.

    Here she was again, now looking hotly in Jimmy’s direction or more exactly, what lay between his thighs. Only now was also one of the Denizens of the Deep (whatever); this one a sawed off Gabby Hayes looking sucker who went about in an even more sawed off looking pickup.

    Now he was standing in the shallow right beside her, also glancing in Jimmy’s direction, leaning in closely yammering in her ear, head shaking, as if trying to tell her how a fine upstanding Southern belle such as she should not be gazing so lustfully at Jimmy’s dark meat, not that he was making much headway.

    Jimmy had to contain a chuckle, but the intensity of her gaze and the look on her face had its effect. Jimmy’s wang began thickening and lengthening, and so for good measure, Jimmy reached around the outside of his upward bent leg and pulled his dick sideway, so that now it curved heavily under his upward bent thigh.

    The sweet thing seemed to swoon at the sight. She teetered forward a little drawing nearer, so that Jimmy feared she’d leap from the pool at any moment, and pounce upon him. But she dutifully maintained her reserve.

    The though had even crossed Jimmy’s mind to get into the pool himself and approach her. But he decided against doings so, thereby allowing her still, some degree of propriety and decorum.

    Besides, he thought, could always catch her later.
     
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    [Note: In this, probably my last installment of this series, I've attempted to revise and repost my entries above, in part because of text code anomalies contained therein, and in part because of revisions to the above that I thought would improve the flow of the story. Unfortunately I cannot post the revisions as there is a 10000 character limit to posts.

    Nevertheless, I hope some have enjoyed reading the tale as much as I've enjoyed penning it.]

    The agitation Jimmy seemed to cause merely by being there consisted, for the most part, of others reactions to his cock in various states of repose. It had the ability to go through 4 or 5 stages, from a near normal appearance, to a long floppy arrangement, to a heavier thicker thigh slapping pendulum, and all that before the final states of full erection.

    Fact is, Jimmy did his best to conceal anything further, in part because of the propriety of doing so in such establishments, and in part so not to find himself cast out and barred from the premises. Even so his more relaxed states managed to cause consternation, wonder, and even resentment.

    Like the time Jimmy was crossing the deck of a clothes optional inner city establishment, heading to the pool for a quick dip, whereupon Jimmy overheard, “I see you looking at that black bitch.” The angry words uttered by a twinkish looking fellow who’d apparently just chided his boyfriend for allowing his eyes to follow Jimmy’s swinging wang. Admittedly though, Jimmy found amusement in it, as he’d never before considered himself a “bitch”.

    On another occasion at the same establishment, while Jimmy showered, and equally twinkish looking lad with a trim little body could not resist quickly planting a kiss aside Jimmy’s cheek, before leaving. Seeing Jimmy’s reaction of complete surprise, the departing twenty-something explained. It was for his being treated to the sight of Jimmy’s heavy hanging dick. Jimmy could only laugh.

    There were, however, occasions where Jimmy was sighted in full “regale” so to speak.

    One such occasion occurred at Cowboy Bluffs. That particular afternoon Jimmy had entered into one of two hot tubs located at the ranch. The larger tub was occupied by a couple, a somewhat heavyset guy and a dark haired woman, so Jimmy got in the other. The two were hot and heavily involved, fondling, kissing, groping, and in shot order it became quite obvious to Jimmy that in fact, they were putting on a show.

    Not knowing if their purpose was for something even further, Jimmy tried observing them somewhat detachedly, but had become fully aroused under the waters of the swirling jets. And as the temperature didn’t allow for longer stay, Jimmy had to exit the tub in a fully aroused state. In doing so he neither attempted to display his tumescence, though, given the circumstances, nor did he try to hide it. Rather, he quickly made his way to the shower area (which was visible from the tubs) but remained with his back towards them.

    He was not certain they’d seen him, that is, until he became conscious, from the corner of his eye of them exiting their tub. The man, having gotten out first, brushed by Jimmy, behind him, and banged through the screen door, and down a path to the parking area beyond. However the woman didn’t follow. Instead, she stepped to the shower to Jimmy’s left and began showering. Only, as she faced the shower head, her head was turned in Jimmy’s direction, or more accurately, his dick, her eyes fixed upon the burgeoning length of it.

    Checking on the guy, Jimmy looked through the plexiglass wall to his immediate right, where he spotted him at the rear of a pickup. Looking to his left, the woman now had her back to the shower, but her eyes were still locked upon his lurching soapy dick. A glance to his right, and Jimmy saw the guy stepping roughly into a pair of trousers. To his left, she was facing the shower again, turning each shoulder into the spray, but her gaze all the while was still upon Jimmy’s cock. Here Jimmy tugged at the head and ran a hand along its entire length for good measure. Now glancing to his right, Jimmy spied the guy wrestling a shirt.

    And it was just about then that some level of concern crept into Jimmy’s mind, concern that this guy was actually about to leave this woman, which not only probably meant that Jimmy would have to fuck her, but bring her home as well, which might have been anywhere from three to three hundred miles away.

    But just before full panic set in, the lass abruptly turned her shower off. With that, she cast one last longing gaze at Jimmy’s throbbing dick and murmured aloud, “That’ll do me… but… gotta go!” at which she snatched up her towel and lilted past Jimmy and out the screen door. Dashing up the sidewalk she leapt into the passenger seat even as the engine was revving. The vehicle lurched backward, then rumbled off down the gravel trail, sending up a cloud of rocks and dust.

    Jimmy laughed out loud.
     
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    [This is a repost of part one, corrected for text anomalies and revised]


    It took Jimmy Rodriguez a long time to come to the realization that he had a big dick. Not that he ever thought so, mind you. The most he’d ever allow was that he had a larger than average dick, though not necessarily a big dick.

    Fault that on exposure to too much porn, one might say, what with all these “Mr. twelve, fourteen, eighteen inchers” running about. They looked bigger in the movies. Well, some did, at least.

    Nevertheless, Jimmy rationed that the guys who really had big dicks were the ones who were bigger than he. The converse of his logic of course (if drawn to its inescapable finality) being that guys who weren’t, didn’t.

    So because of this, those first exposures (in real world encounters) - those first reactions from others who saw him “in the flesh” left Jimmy skeptical of his own endowment: those first “That’s the biggest cock” and those double takes practically ignored; that guy in the shower who saw him fully erect and who kept repeating, “How can it be so big?” the mere ranting of some lunatic, perhaps, or someone at least who hadn’t seen much, no doubt.

    But then after a few “Now that’s a big dick!” and comments about it hanging halfway to his knees, after a few grabs at it and guys with impressive members of their own referring to him as “big dick Jim”, and after jokes about “abby-normal” and such, Jimmy gradually began to allow that maybe there was something going on down there more than he had previously considered.

    Or perhaps it was that time Jimmy was standing there at a local nudist resort, looking out over a pond and having some small talk conversation with a guy sitting in the grass (about the weather or something). The breeze felt good, the sun was warm and Jimmy's soft hang began to lengthen and fill though it still hadn’t hardened.

    That's when Jimmy looked back over toward him, whose eyes were now bulging, widely fixed on Jimmy’s dick, and Jimmy noticed white stuff shooting out and landing between the guy’s feet. He had come, just from Jimmy’s standing there.

    Not that all reactions were that benevolent. Yes there were those who'd occasionally show Jimmy some cartoon of some guy with a big dick saying, “Found a picture of you.” But there were also not so pleasant moments, moments of anger too; people angry at Jimmy. Not for what he had done, but for what (or even for who) he wouldn’t do; and sometimes just for being there.

    This last came to Jimmy as a revelation, one evening, later than sooner. That was the day the resort manager had come up to Jimmy and said to him, “Okay Jim, what trouble have you caused this time?” Trouble! This time?

    The comment had cut Jimmy to the quick, had hurt his feelings, because whatever Jimmy might have imagined himself, “troublemaker” was among the last. On the contrary, had he not tried so hard to stay out of it?

    But here it was: a man and a woman in a heated argument in their tent, words, anger... all because the woman had told her man (for whatever reason) that she was going go back to the pool and play with Jimmy’s big dick.

    Jimmy didn’t know her from Adam, actually. He’d seen her there at poolside, but had just said “Hello” to her in passing...on his way to a drink machine. Yet that was enough for all the commotion that followed. And apparently it wasn’t the first time.

    Jimmy had come to the realization that he could and did cause trouble... just for being there, with a larger than average dick. It shouldn’t have hit him like a ton of bricks, but it had, and in a way it had brought him full circle.
     
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    Jimmy first visit to the resort happened long before his later awakening to the realities of his own accoutrement, or to the effects and consequences of his merely being there. Long ago he’d headed there from El Paso, out toward east Texas, only, it didn’t go so well that first time.

    Maybe he should’ve gotten a clue as to how it’d turn out from those “Stars and Bars” hanging on the wall of the front office that day, but he figured he’d give it a shot. The club, Cowboy Bluffs, as it were, was actually a kind of ranch, flat as a pancake, and nestled off road in a wooded area. Equipped with all the necessary amenities, it was run by a spry old chap they called “Doc,” no doubt in part because of some time he was said to have served as an actual doctor in the Merchant Marines, though his real calling was described as a penchant for puppetry.

    In fact it was one of Doc’s puppet shows that Jimmy was engaged in watching, along with the sparse gathering of others there, when he learned that he had to leave. Jimmy almost hadn’t noticed the guy from the front office, standing apart from the spectators, motioning in Jimmy’s direction, waving him over. Prior to that, he’d kept pretty much to himself, actually, sitting on his towel at poolside and enjoying the warmth of the sun, except for this one guy who momentarily sat near him, engaged him in conversation, and spoke to Jimmy of how he’d love to suck a big dark dick - inviting Jimmy for a tryst in the brush (which Jimmy politely declined).

    So when Jimmy went over to the front office guy, he was rather taken aback when informed that he’d have to leave. The guy sheepishly explained it was the Doc’s wife, her doing. Because, unlike the gentleman who’d approached Jimmy, turned out SHE had something against “dark meat,” or so the man said. Apologetically, he gave Jimmy back his admission fee and Jimmy left.

    A few years later Jimmy was, back but unsure of how the return visit would go. Would they remember him? For some reason, Jimmy decided to be from India, so he told them his name was Kumar, because at the time, Jimmy figured that some dark people might gain entry into places that others mightn’t, and being Indian seemed to him a safe bet. And in time Kumar became accepted as Kumar, and he met and became acquainted with others there, though in hindsight he realized the deception was unnecessary.

    As it happened, Doc’s wife was no longer on the scene anyway, (rumor had it she was dead or dying) and times change, as also had the “Stars and Bars” to “Old Glory”. So at length, the day came when Jimmy told all that his name was no longer Kumar, but Jimmy, which at first brought about an incredulous response. “Jim?” they asked. “That's it? Just Jim??” Just Jim it was.

    And in time, on some quiet afternoons, Doc would come to regale Jimmy with stories of from whence he came, and what he’d done, and even how he’d come to meet his dear departed wife, his diamond doll. And in spite of all that went before, Jimmy saw fit to return him the honor of listening.
     
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    [This is a repost of Part Three, corrected for text anomalies and revised]

    So in time, Jim became a regular at Cowboy Bluffs. And as it so happened, a certain mythos came to evolve around Jimmy, or more accurately his dick. That mythos, being one contrived not so much from fact, as from two probable sources. One being that conjured by those not happy when Jimmy failed to live up to their fantasies and expectations. For example, an old gent who took it upon himself to follow Jimmy about the ranch, to the point that Jim had to eventually tell him to stop.

    The guy, his hopes apparently dashed, seemed bitter about it, only Jim didn’t know how much until Jimmy once actually hear him mutter under breath, “There is a God,” this to some inconsequential setback the he had overheard Jim was having. Jim had since often wondered just how this guy had come to figure that God had punished Jimmy, for not letting him have at Jimmy’s dick?

    Then there was the woman who proclaimed to Jimmy one evening how Jimmy had her husband’s permission to do her. As if the mere pronouncement of it would make it so. This came not long after hubby had just told Jimmy how he’d break the fingers of any guy he found grabbing at his missus in the hot tubs.

    But that was before the group consisting of them, several others, and Jimmy became engaged in a game of billiards in the adjoining room, during which Jim’s dick had time to relax, unwind, and eventually loll thick, long, and heavy - slapping his thighs as he moved about the table. Now Jim had his blessings. Jim was polite with the information newly received, of course, but nothing ever came of it.

    These instances, though, were rare. As I said, the mythos came of two sources, the other being mostly that which was assumed of Jimmy, or more accurately what he’d supposedly done, by virtue of the mere proportions of his endowment. This was revealed to Jimmy one afternoon when a fellow with whom he was speaking stated rather matter-of-factly, that he’d heard Jimmy had done most of the women at the ranch.

    This astounded Jimmy to no end, and he quickly searched the man’s face for hint of jest, or humour. There was none. It was uttered with the same sureness as if one proclaimed grass was green and water wet. And when Jimmy tried his best to convince the gent that this was far from the truth, the guy regarded Jimmy as the one who was joking, or at least covering up the facts.

    But the plain truth of it was, Jimmy wasn’t really there for that. Jimmy’s prime enjoyment, satisfaction if you will, came from social interactions, that of seeing, and perhaps more significantly, of being seen; especially that occasional reaction to his wang, and the stir that at times seemed to surround his merely being there. True, he’d been surprised to learn some considered him a “troublemaker” because “trouble” was not his intent. But Jimmy knew he caused a stir.
     
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    [PART SIX]

    As I said, Jimmy’s wang, even in its various states, from larger than norm to absolutely obscene, induced, at various times, both enthrallment and consternation… and depending either on observer or occasion, brought either breathless wonder (here, prompting anothers companion to ask, “Are you alright?”) or resentment - the latter, ranging from the curiously quirky to the inexplicable.

    Like the time at Cowboy Bluffs when a woman (a perfect stranger) without so much as an introduction or a “Howdy do” outright asked Jimmy whether he shaved his genitals to make his dick look bigger. Her presumptiveness notwithstanding and ever the gentleman, Jimmy opted to treat her imposition with courtesy, at least more than she allowed him in the asking, though Jimmy had NO doubt as to what would have befallen had HE the gall to outright ask this woman about her tits.

    And then there was the time when another perfect stranger of a woman asked Jimmy if he minded applying suntan oil to her back. Jimmy was just passing her by (she and several of her female acquaintances, who were also reclining on chase loungers) on his way from the showers… he didn’t know any of them from “Adam.”

    Curious though it was, Jimmy nonetheless obliged. But seems he was applying it all too slowly to her liking (apparently - or maybe it was that the others were watching intently). So she said something to the effect that she hadn’t asked for a massage, and this was true, though she could’ve asked one of her buddies, too. Nevertheless, ever the gentleman and “games” being what they are, Jimmy politely excused himself, and went about his business.

    But the most peculiar occasion was one hot summer day at the ranch, with a fairly decent number in attendance. Having reclined at poolside upon a lounger and in conversation with an elderly gent for some period of time, Jimmy decided to get up and cool down from the heat under the cold waters of an exterior shower, which was situated near the opposite side of the pool, after which he’d take a refreshing dip in the pool.

    As usually the case, the heat and sun felt warmly invigorating, and had the effect of relaxing Jimmy’s joint to the point that it was now hanging heavily and floppy, slapping from thigh to thigh as he walked. And as usually the case, people watched (including some who’ve seen it before). Therefore Jim would have taken no notice of a particular woman that day, reclining on the other side of the pool (further down from where he’d sat) watching him walk (or more accurately, his dick), if not for what happened next:

    For, as the woman eyed him, she suddenly gave this sort-of WHOLE body shudder (and it was, in and of itself, a hilariously singular thing to behold)…as if hit with a blast of extreme cold. And with this, she immediately sat BOLT upright, whereupon she began rummaging for belongings left and right of her, all the while uttering aloud some grievance or complaint (…something about “big dicks,” though Jimmy couldn’t hear it all).

    At which she promptly packed her shit and LEFT.
     
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    [correction in above story: "CHAISE lounger']
     
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    To be sure, though Jimmy did enjoy the attention his endowment tended to bring, his visits to Cowboy Bluffs and his shorter jaunts to City Scene, an inner city clothes optional establishment (or so it was) that catered to a quite eclectic clientele of straights, gays, nudists, and couples, were primarily just for the fun of getting nude among others of like mind. In fact most of the time he spent at these establishments was passed lying about in the sun or under shade of tree or umbrella, reading, relaxing, or engaged in quiet conversation on a variety of topics. Truth was, most of the more out of the ordinary incidents and encounters more accurately happened to Jimmy, because of the reactions of others to his wang, rather than anything of Jimmy's design.

    On one occasion, it would be a pair of women laying on their bellies at poolside, squirming their asses and looking over their shoulders as Jimmy exited the pool, his dick heavily sloshing about, wondering loudly enough (so Jimmy would surely hear) what it'd be like to take a big black cock. Both had men (or husbands) with them, but nevertheless they clearly voiced their interests, as if to see how Jimmy would respond. He ignored them of course, and went about his business.

    On another, an elderly gent who'd left the company of the guy he was with on the other side of the pool, and sat at the base of Jimmy's lounger, whereby he made numerous complimentary remarks regarding Jimmy's dong and proceeded to propose, to the apparent astonishment of others sitting close enough to hear, to be Jimmy's sugar daddy, by saying how he'd care and provide for Jimmy.

    Jimmy concluded that the gentleman was no doubt under the influence of some degree of "spirits" to make so direct a proposal. Still Jimmy graciously listened,.then, thanking him for the offer and politely declining, Jimmy got up and retired to the pool, while making sure to keep half an eye on his clearly disgruntled mate.

    And then there was the time Jimmy had just arrived at the ranch on a busy holiday weekend. Jim had had a poor night's sleep the night before and had followed that with a bit of yard work before setting out. But wanting still to get out, Jim set out for the place with the full intent of relaxing quietly under a tree and maybe even catching a snooze. However, that was not to be.

    Upon arrival, the first thing Jim wanted was a cold shower after the hot drive. The place was busy and the music loud, but quickly stripping to the buff Jim headed straight for the showers. That's where he encountered this guy he'd never seen before, who did a double take at Jim's long overheated floppy hanging halfway to his knees, then quickly shut off his water and disappeared. But not for long.

    He reappeared with a small piece of paper in hand, and handed it to Jimmy. It bore a name, number, and an address. As it so happened, he and his missus were swingers. His wife was at home, he explained, so he'd come looking for someone to do her. "And you're the biggest guy here," he proclaimed to Jimmy as if announcing the winner of a prize.

    For his part, Jim was somewhere between taken aback, slightly abashed, and still in a sleep deprived (is this really happening?) daze. He took the paper as the guy took off, for the anticipated rendezvous, no doubt.. But Jimmy wasn't interested. In fact, tried though he may, he couldn't even get comfortable under a tree and out of the way. It was too hot, too busy, too noisy, and Jimmy was too whipped.

    He promptly dressed, got in his car, and went home.
     
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