Heres a short story Ive scribbled tonight that I thought might stimulate the cardiovascular system a little maybe Going jogging. David switched on his mp3 player and selected a track to start his run to. His daily routine was to jog along the beach front early each morning from his holiday home and he was particularly looking forwards to todays run as he knew he had something very special in store. His pace was slow but steady as he warmed up. He adjusted his shorts and made sure his huge bulge was easily visible. Today he was running without his usual lycra undershorts as he wanted to get the full effect of his size. By allowing the edge of his shorts to ride slightly up his thigh he was able to let the head of his cock peek out in all its glory - something he fully intended to do on this particular run. Every day this week he had run along the stretch of sand beside the woods that bordered the exclusive beach front properties he had recently bought a home within. At the same spot at the same time he had passed a young, attractive brunette also out jogging. She had long dark hair to her mid-back and the kind of body that made David feel glad he was alive. Her slim build was topped off by beautiful, round large breasts that mesmerised him as she ran. Her tight sports bra and jogging pants were perfectly proportioned and left just enough to the imagination to send his heart pounding even harder than his run was doing. He had never spoken to her, just nodded and smiled as they passed. He was sure she had maybe recognised him had she? Something about her smile and look as they passed suggested there was more than simple politeness. Perhaps her demure demeanour hid a passionate secret life? Maybe she didnt recognise him at all but either way he was certain there was a spark there. He wanted to capitalise on this potential interest in the one way he knew he could. David had made a small fortune from privately starting out in the porn business with his own movies, starring himself and his girlfriend, Beth, at the time. Although their relationship, both personal and business, had been short their home-made kitsch-style clips had taken the on-line porn industry by storm. On the back of this fame his on-line business, Harden.com, had done well. Selling all sorts of sex aids, pumps, movies - everything the mind and body could desire - had made him very well off. It had taken several years of hard work but even at only 26 years of age, David Harden had made it big. And to those who saw his movies, big was a real understatement. At a younger age, in his adolescent teens, David had been a keen sportsman and managed to get to the national finals for swimming Freestyle. The Olympics were a real possibility and his training had pushed him harder and harder. His physique still showed the tell-tale signs of this exercise tall, well-built but slim and powerful wide shoulders gave it away. However, by the age of 16 his body had begun to change in ways that had caused consternation in his family. With both older and younger brothers, as well as two sisters, he was only too aware of the shape of the human body. His family managed financially but were by no means well-off and lived in a fairly humble house with only a few bedrooms. Sharing rooms had led David to soon realise that his genitals were not like those of his brothers. Long, wide and heavy, his size increased almost exponentially as his voice deepened, chin became stubbly and teenage spots erupted viciously on his features. His parents had taken him to the family physician, then on to the hospital. Later, at a specialist endocrinology unit they had been told he had no known diseases, no blood abnormality, normal scans nothing wrong at all. Despite his exaggerated genital size he was completely fit and well. He was just at an extreme end of the spectrum of normality that is all as one of the specialists had finally admitted, unable to explain his unusual proportions in any other medical fashion. As the door of the clinic shut had behind him so had the normal world as he knew it. David had his very own Goliath. His later childhood had been relatively sheltered as his parents tried to shield him from the inevitable taunting. He was a freak in many eyes and his swimming training became first embarrassing, then outright impractical. The Olympics was just a pipedream now. Although a different kind of Olympics might have been possible one of his famous online movies featured just a scenario. Standing on a podium, receiving his medal and a lot of loving attention from his adoring Olympic Representative in her somewhat non-standard uniform of tight yellow bikini bulging with large DD implant laden breasts and a shaven pussy so tight it could have turned charcoal to diamonds. He was never unhappy although his education had suffered and he ended up working for a civil engineering firm work that took him abroad and gave him numerous unique experiences that taught him confidence and the presence of mind to pursue his own objectives. He had met his girlfriend Beth in Barcelona in a nightclub. Their brief night of passion had led to an on-and-off correspondence my email. After a few years they met up again and the idea of filming their sexual activities hit them. Fuelled by a love of exhibitionism and a mutual desire for sexual adventure they found their recorded sessions a massive turn-on. Bit by bit their appeal grew until pure word of mouth made them both well-off. Although they finally separated on good terms, David often thought he had missed an opportunity to make more of their life together. But she was happy now, married with kids and had moved to England while David had ended up in the USA. They spoke and kept in touch. She often joked about his cock and how it had helped make childbirth so much less painful he often thought of her and smiled. David still felt the thrill of the chase and exhibitionism was his favourite way to get that rush. He remembered the good times in Malaysia when his speciality was to shock the petite women at the hotel pool by going swimming in much too tight Speedos. He loved his time in Fiji while helping to build a chemical plant. He had been given an apartment in a nearby student area and liked to sunbath naked on the roof of his building that just so happened to be overlooked by the female residences of the university there. In London he had lost count of the number of lap-dancers who had sat on his knee only to receive an unexpected but not unpleasant surprise. He smiled as he remembered various episodes. As he reached the wooded area he noticed the girl for the first time, running in her usual outfit, several hundred metres away and approaching him quickly. His plan was set and surprise ready to let loose. The beach was otherwise uninhabited too early for most walkers and too cool for bathing. As the girl got nearer, he was pleased to see her shape in silhouette outlined by the rising sun behind her. Her graceful step and toned body stirred his passions higher, adding to the enjoyment of this next meeting. He could make out her pretty features now olive coloured skin and oval eyes, high cheekbones and a mouth that could star in a Cadburys Flake advert... his mind shouted blow-job lips! so deafeningly he imagined he had said it out loud. As he jogged closer his pace slowed and he reach down to pull his shorts a little higher, disguising this movement as a natural part of his jogging gait. As his leg rose, the tip of his cock slid out from behind the material and slapped against his thigh like the head of a python. As the act of his exhibitionism continued his cock began to lengthen and expand with his arousal. He could tell a few inches of his cock were exposed now and should be more than visible to anyone passing. He continued his nonchalant pace, as if unconcerned, or unaware of his revealing appearance.