His lifestyle was inevitable. It came naturally and mutually as a result of his striking physique along with his tremendous sexual appetite and skills; these were both natural and acquired. At the age of eighteen, he was already 6' 9" and 225 pounds. A strikingly handsome young black man, he had wide shoulders, V-taper torso down to a small waist, a high, prominent tight ass, and sculpted legs. He had begun masturbating when he was ten. While he had begun to notice girls, his multiple sessions per day were not coupled with explicit images of females. He had not gained a history of intense, lifechanging sexual encounters with the many petite, beautiful, fortunate partners he would choose. The schools he attended were filled mostly with whites, along with a small mix of other races. A quiet, easy confidence gained him many friendships, but due to his lack of experience, this was not a strictly sexual charisma. His blackness made him stand out a bit there, but his unusual physical development turned heads. Many women began to notice him, secretly- some were lovely teachers from his and other schools, others were random encounters with women who held fleeting glances on him, still others were the sisters and mothers of his classmates. Some were neighbors. He and Sean had become friends in high school; Donna and Rich were Sean's parents. They lived around the corner. When troubles began to develop at his house, Sean arranged for him to stay overnight. This became a common occurence, and the house accepted him well. A place was made for him to sleep regularly in their living room. Sarah was the first girlfriend he became sexual with. She was also tall for their age; they played on the school basketball teams. Despite the fact that she was not fully dwarfed by him, when their desire became so great that they tried intercourse, it did not work. Sarah's hymen was torn and he was able to work his tip in, but that was all. It left him with a full ache, her with a great deal of pain, and both of them unsatisfied and lacking happiness and confidence that they were right for each other, or that they were doing the right thing. These futile tries did leave him stirred, and he took his desire into more frequent, more frenzied masturbation. It was difficult to resist the desire to come even when he risked being caught. He avoided this, except for a couple of times by his family. Still, he knew it was risky, particularly when he stayed at Sean's house and he masturbated in the living room while everyone was asleep. It was a worry even if he wasn't seen, since his sperm shot a great distance when he came. This spray increased over the months, so that he had to be careful to find it where it flew. He held a small towel which was absorbent enough to pick up all the sticky, thick fluid, a towel he could wash frequently and hide from Sean's family. Another embarassment began to become prominent; he was noticing older women, and Donna was among them. It was apparent she took good care of herself, from eating well and exercising to keeping her creamy skin moisturized. Donna was 5' 1" and slight of build, and wore short skirts which displayed her thin legs with surprisingly full calves. She wore very fragrant perfume; she was very friendly towards him. He began to think of her less as Sean's mother and more as a beautiful woman, and liked to think of the idea that she sometimes seemed to be talking to him as if he were a man. His confidence built. Donna did her exercise routine one afternoon to the time of her favorite DVD. The exercise room was on the other side of the house from the bedrooms and bathroom; the living room and kitchen were in between. As she made her way to the shower that day, she suddenly bumped into him. He had been unable to resist peeking into the room as Donna worked out, lingering even as the familiar routine ended, scrambling to the kitchen quickly, wishing to play it cool and avoid being caught; he could feel and see an erection through his pants. Thinking she had already walked by, he mistimed his walk from the kitchen to the living room; he felt foolish and embarrased as he was unexpectedly on her. Only Donna's height, more than a foot and a half below his, prevented them from being face-to-face. A shock went though her as his long fingers surrounded Donna's upper arms; she did not know what he was doing at first. Along with that, his largeness left her frightened for some moments. As their bodies righted themselves from the contact, Donna's fear was alleviated by his embarassed apologies; he meant no harm. As that awkwardness faded and she began to remake her way to the shower, Donna did have an odd thought; she had felt his body brush her at a place where it didn't make sense. The area of his mid-thigh had bumped against her upper hip and stomach, but seemed inches more prominent, and had felt firm and slightly round. As she moved away, Donna's sudden thought was that it had felt like an erection, but as that second slid to the next, she realized that perception made no sense; there was no penis, no erection that size. The impulse of the next second caused her to look back at him as she continued to move to the bathroom, mumbling and giggling another apology while she glanced at his crotch and thighs. His pants showed something that looked like an erection, but a joke erection, like the rock star with a large, long delicatessen sausage under Spandex.