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.