Fictitious stories often have a degree of fact underlying them and this one is no exception. Nowadays I can usually control my package at times of excitement but a few years ago this was not always so and there was often embarrassment and awkwardness. One summer I went across to France, where I had a holiday job at a camp site, hoping this would help with my languages, which was what I wanted to study at university later on. After a tiring journey on a very hot day I arrived exhausted at the camp site and reported to the reception office, where I was introduced briefly to colleagues and given my uniform - T shirt and shorts with the company logo on them. They showed me my room, upstairs in the reception building, where there were two single beds. For the moment I would be the sole occupant but the following week another worker would arrive from Germany. This was great, as I wanted to improve both my French and German. On arrival, I quickly showered and got into my uniform shorts, the type with a kind of pouch inside to contain your packet. This was a bit tight for me but I was so tired from travelling that it didn't concern me overmuch then, as I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. After maybe an hour I awoke with a forceful erection, don't know why, it just happened, but it was clearly pushing inside the shorts, but more urgently a colleague had entered the room, one I had met earlier, and she was really attractive. I looked at her and particularly her large, nicely rounded firm boobs, held in position behind her company T shirt. I was getting over-excited, embarrassingly large inside my shorts. Quickly I sat up crossing my legs to hide the big solid lump inside my shorts, but it hurt to do this so I tried to lean forward, elbows on my knees, to hide that part of my body. She could see the effect she was causing. I concentrated on my French, discussed the shifts I would work, anything to focus away from my large hard cock. But she was just gorgeous and I couldn't avoid focussing on her. It'll be easiest, she said, if I show you this diagram to explain which shifts we all work. So she came to sit beside me on the bed and spread out the diagram across our knees, her warm body touching mine. At that stage I knew I had lost any control I might have had, as the feeling of compelling enjoyment began to take hold and my breathing quickened. She knew what she and we were doing and told me to stand up, then pulled down my shorts, with some difficulty because I was so huge inside them. I was now almost in full eruption. She pushed me back on the bed and took my swollen cock in her mouth just as I began coming voluminously into her throat. The pleasure for both of us was enormous. Sorry I couldn't take your whole length, she said, and you're so thick as well, but next time we'll manage it. And, she added, I'm forgetting to tell you it's dinner time. You mustn't show any bulge, it's not allowed. I tried to put my package back, now very sensitive, but it was going down slowly and I did succeed in getting it pointing downwards hanging soft. It was still obvious there was a lot there, but it's always been like that. I get a lot of comments and nick-names because of this but have gradually learnt to be a bit proud of my masculinity instead of ashamed at its outrageous over-size. (That's it for the moment, more later, rbrum).
