I am Jake. I just turned 23, and am on the 6-year plan at UCSD. I am just over 6â3â with wavy black hair, blue eyes, and a naturally smooth, tanned muscular body. I was born outside of Naples, Italy, and we moved to Naples, Florida when I was 10 years old. It was there I discovered my passion for surfing. When it came time for college I read in Sports Illustrated that UCSD was ranked as the #1 School for surfing, and made the move right after high school.
When I was in junior high I was teased a few times about my uncut cock being so funny looking. Looking around at the other guys I noticed that no one else was uncut. All through high school I was always very careful to NEVER let anyone see my uncut cock, which wasnât easy since I was such a jock. I also dated lots in high school, but never let any girl see my cock, for fear of being laughed at. Things changed my second week at UCSD.
During Fraternity Rush week I met several dudes who offered to take me surfing when they learned thatâs why I came to school there. First we went to PB and La Jolla, then one afternoon my buddy Carlos called and said there was going to be some tasty waves at Blackâs tomorrow. He came by to pick me up in his Jeep Wrangler the next morning around 10AM. It was my first experience with the local Santa Ana winds, and it was already over 80* by the time we made it to the hang gliding parking at the top of the cliffs. Blackâs is an amazing beach below the cliffs in North San Diego, but very difficult to get to. No lifeguards, kids or families because of the dangerous access down the steep cliffs. Climbing down Carlos said that this was his favorite beach for many reasons besides the great waves. I asked him why; he got a big grin on that dark Cuban face of his and said.
âYouâll see very soon.â
Once down to the beach we headed north a bit, and parked our gear in the sand and ran for the water. By the time Carlos yelled for me to paddle back in 3 hours had passed. Paddling up to shore I now noticed the beach was much more populated, but I didnât see many chicks. Getting closer I noticed that almost everyone was naked! Carlos was a few minutes ahead of me getting to shore, and by the time I got up to our spot, he had stripped and was lying on his towel buck-naked. He looked up at me and noticed my confusion and asked.
âHavenât you ever been to a nude beach before?â
âNo, I havenâtâ
My eyes then went down his tight smooth body and noticed that he also was uncut, and he was totally cool with being nude in public. I took a deep breath and stepped out of my board shorts and reached over Carlos to grab my towel.
âHoly Shit King Kong, youâve got to warn people before letting that Python loose!â Carlos said with a tone of fear and awe in his deep voice.
Embarrassed, I quickly covered myself with my towel, and sat down.
âDude, you must get A-C-T-I-O-N with that monster, and I thought I was huge.â
Carlos noticed that was bright red, and very uncomfortable.
âDude, whatâs wrong? You freaking out about something?â
I then started to explain to Carlos my shame at being uncut, and having always avoided being naked around anyone. When he started joking about King Kong and my Python, I thought he was teasing me just like the boys did back in Junior High. Carlos said that in his family everyone is uncut, and about half the dudes he went to school with were uncut. He then asked me if I knew I had a huge cock?
âNo, I donâtâ I said quickly.
I had seen some porn and magazines, and always kind of compared the cocks I saw there with my own, and just assumed that things looked smaller on video or in print.
âDude, you are a God among men! I canât believe you donât realize how fucking lucky you are!â
I then dropped the towel and stared to lie down.
âReally? You think I have a big cock?â I asked with certain curiosity.
âFuck yeah Bro, you are seriously HUNG!â Carlos was now sitting upright trying to look me in the face, but his eyes were glued to my cock.
âHow big do you get hard?â Carlos asked casually lying back down on his towel.
âI have NO idea, never measured it before, have you?â Looking over I noticed that Carlos was starting to grow, and the head of his cock was just starting to emerge from his foreskin.
âFuck yeah Iâve been measured. In fact, a former girlfriend gave me a key chain with a small tape measure attached to it.â Carlos then rolled over onto his stomach to hide his growing cock from view.
âFuck Off, she did not!â I said as I punched him I the shoulder.
âItâs right there in my bag, see for yourself.â
I then searched for his keys and pulled out the fabled key chain with tape measure. When I pulled out the tape measure and noticed two spots marked with red nail polish. One was right on the 8 ½â line, the other on the 6 ¼â line.
âWhat are these marks for?â I asked showing them to Carlos.
âOne is length, the other is girth.â Carlos said flashing his perfect white smile.
âUse it and find out how big you are.â Carlos said like he was giving me a dare.
âDude, there are people all the place here, no fucking way!â I said while still holding the tape measure and feeling my start to swell.
âNo one gives a fuck here, itâs a NUDE beach for Gods sakeâ¦look around. Besides, Iâll buy you bottle of Captain Morgan if you top out over 10.â
Carlos knew that Captain Morgan was my weakness, and we had talked about getting shit faced later that night.
âAll right, but if anyone walks up to us, cover me with your towel too.â
I then proceed to sit up, bend my knees and drape the towel over my knees and lower legs to shield the view from people walking by. I closed my eyes and started to slowly stroke my cock, feeling it grow larger with each pump. I sat there for a few minutes waiting for my cock to reach full staff. Once I felt the pre-cum start to ooze out I knew I was ready.
I opened my eyes and saw Carlos leaned over, his mouth wide open and eyes hypnotized on my full-grown cock.
I grabbed the tape measure and started to pull it out.
âWhere do I measure from?â I asked trying to get Carlos to take his eyes off my prick.
Carlos then rolled over and grabbed the tape measure, and saidâ¦
âMeasure it just like this.â He put the tape measure at the base of his throbbing hard cock right where his pubes meet the base, and pulled it out to measure it as an example.
He then handed me the tape measure back. I noticed his hands were trembling a little as he put the tape measure in my hand.
I then proceed to pull of the tape measure and position it just as Carlos had. I started to pull it out and flatten the cloth tape against my hard cock. When it reached the end I askedâ¦
âWhat now?â The tape measure stopped at 12â and I still wasnât at the tip yet.
âUhmm, I guess you would mark the spot and start over from there.â Carlos said trying to comprehend what he was seeing.
âLooks like 12 and ¾â to me.â I said looking over at Carlos.
I then took the tape measure and started to measure the girth from just below the head of my cock.
âThis one is either 7 ¼â or 7 and ¾â depending on how much I make it throb.â
âLooks like I owe you a bottle of captain Morgan and a 12 pack!â Carlos said as he rolled over in the sand to hide his pre-cum dripping cock from my view.
To be Continuedâ¦
When I was in junior high I was teased a few times about my uncut cock being so funny looking. Looking around at the other guys I noticed that no one else was uncut. All through high school I was always very careful to NEVER let anyone see my uncut cock, which wasnât easy since I was such a jock. I also dated lots in high school, but never let any girl see my cock, for fear of being laughed at. Things changed my second week at UCSD.
During Fraternity Rush week I met several dudes who offered to take me surfing when they learned thatâs why I came to school there. First we went to PB and La Jolla, then one afternoon my buddy Carlos called and said there was going to be some tasty waves at Blackâs tomorrow. He came by to pick me up in his Jeep Wrangler the next morning around 10AM. It was my first experience with the local Santa Ana winds, and it was already over 80* by the time we made it to the hang gliding parking at the top of the cliffs. Blackâs is an amazing beach below the cliffs in North San Diego, but very difficult to get to. No lifeguards, kids or families because of the dangerous access down the steep cliffs. Climbing down Carlos said that this was his favorite beach for many reasons besides the great waves. I asked him why; he got a big grin on that dark Cuban face of his and said.
âYouâll see very soon.â
Once down to the beach we headed north a bit, and parked our gear in the sand and ran for the water. By the time Carlos yelled for me to paddle back in 3 hours had passed. Paddling up to shore I now noticed the beach was much more populated, but I didnât see many chicks. Getting closer I noticed that almost everyone was naked! Carlos was a few minutes ahead of me getting to shore, and by the time I got up to our spot, he had stripped and was lying on his towel buck-naked. He looked up at me and noticed my confusion and asked.
âHavenât you ever been to a nude beach before?â
âNo, I havenâtâ
My eyes then went down his tight smooth body and noticed that he also was uncut, and he was totally cool with being nude in public. I took a deep breath and stepped out of my board shorts and reached over Carlos to grab my towel.
âHoly Shit King Kong, youâve got to warn people before letting that Python loose!â Carlos said with a tone of fear and awe in his deep voice.
Embarrassed, I quickly covered myself with my towel, and sat down.
âDude, you must get A-C-T-I-O-N with that monster, and I thought I was huge.â
Carlos noticed that was bright red, and very uncomfortable.
âDude, whatâs wrong? You freaking out about something?â
I then started to explain to Carlos my shame at being uncut, and having always avoided being naked around anyone. When he started joking about King Kong and my Python, I thought he was teasing me just like the boys did back in Junior High. Carlos said that in his family everyone is uncut, and about half the dudes he went to school with were uncut. He then asked me if I knew I had a huge cock?
âNo, I donâtâ I said quickly.
I had seen some porn and magazines, and always kind of compared the cocks I saw there with my own, and just assumed that things looked smaller on video or in print.
âDude, you are a God among men! I canât believe you donât realize how fucking lucky you are!â
I then dropped the towel and stared to lie down.
âReally? You think I have a big cock?â I asked with certain curiosity.
âFuck yeah Bro, you are seriously HUNG!â Carlos was now sitting upright trying to look me in the face, but his eyes were glued to my cock.
âHow big do you get hard?â Carlos asked casually lying back down on his towel.
âI have NO idea, never measured it before, have you?â Looking over I noticed that Carlos was starting to grow, and the head of his cock was just starting to emerge from his foreskin.
âFuck yeah Iâve been measured. In fact, a former girlfriend gave me a key chain with a small tape measure attached to it.â Carlos then rolled over onto his stomach to hide his growing cock from view.
âFuck Off, she did not!â I said as I punched him I the shoulder.
âItâs right there in my bag, see for yourself.â
I then searched for his keys and pulled out the fabled key chain with tape measure. When I pulled out the tape measure and noticed two spots marked with red nail polish. One was right on the 8 ½â line, the other on the 6 ¼â line.
âWhat are these marks for?â I asked showing them to Carlos.
âOne is length, the other is girth.â Carlos said flashing his perfect white smile.
âUse it and find out how big you are.â Carlos said like he was giving me a dare.
âDude, there are people all the place here, no fucking way!â I said while still holding the tape measure and feeling my start to swell.
âNo one gives a fuck here, itâs a NUDE beach for Gods sakeâ¦look around. Besides, Iâll buy you bottle of Captain Morgan if you top out over 10.â
Carlos knew that Captain Morgan was my weakness, and we had talked about getting shit faced later that night.
âAll right, but if anyone walks up to us, cover me with your towel too.â
I then proceed to sit up, bend my knees and drape the towel over my knees and lower legs to shield the view from people walking by. I closed my eyes and started to slowly stroke my cock, feeling it grow larger with each pump. I sat there for a few minutes waiting for my cock to reach full staff. Once I felt the pre-cum start to ooze out I knew I was ready.
I opened my eyes and saw Carlos leaned over, his mouth wide open and eyes hypnotized on my full-grown cock.
I grabbed the tape measure and started to pull it out.
âWhere do I measure from?â I asked trying to get Carlos to take his eyes off my prick.
Carlos then rolled over and grabbed the tape measure, and saidâ¦
âMeasure it just like this.â He put the tape measure at the base of his throbbing hard cock right where his pubes meet the base, and pulled it out to measure it as an example.
He then handed me the tape measure back. I noticed his hands were trembling a little as he put the tape measure in my hand.
I then proceed to pull of the tape measure and position it just as Carlos had. I started to pull it out and flatten the cloth tape against my hard cock. When it reached the end I askedâ¦
âWhat now?â The tape measure stopped at 12â and I still wasnât at the tip yet.
âUhmm, I guess you would mark the spot and start over from there.â Carlos said trying to comprehend what he was seeing.
âLooks like 12 and ¾â to me.â I said looking over at Carlos.
I then took the tape measure and started to measure the girth from just below the head of my cock.
âThis one is either 7 ¼â or 7 and ¾â depending on how much I make it throb.â
âLooks like I owe you a bottle of captain Morgan and a 12 pack!â Carlos said as he rolled over in the sand to hide his pre-cum dripping cock from my view.
To be Continuedâ¦