My name is Wally and I live in my mother's utility room. I would sleep in one of the guest bedrooms, but my mom says I mess up the sheets too often for that, so I have to sleep on a cot in the utility room. Anyway, I want to tell you a story about a guy I met recently.
It started 5 months ago. I was at my local pharmacy picking up about a half dozen bottles of lotion. You see, my mom was going on vacation and just got a new big-screen TV for the TV room. I had also just gotten the complete series box set of Xena: Warrior Princess. I think you know where this is going, but let’s just say I needed that lotion to avoid serious injury. So, I’m at the checkout, when I see him. He had to be at least 6’4” with a physique of a Marvel superhero. As if that wasn’t impressive enough, he was wearing lose fitting pants and you could still see his massive cock swinging like a pendulum through his khakis. I swear during the two minutes that I was in that store with him, a small line of women formed to hit on him. He politely turned them down, picked up a package of magnum condoms, and stood behind me in line.
“Wow, that’s a lot of lotion, Dude. Are you, like, a massage therapist?” He asked.
“Yes.” I lied. “It looks like you’re going to have a nice weekend.” I said glancing at the box of condoms in his hand.
“Nah, Bro. Not with these. They’re too tight.” He said laughing.
“Yeah, I hear you…” I said sheepishly. I paid for my lotion and went back to my car.
I wanted to return home as quickly as possible and forget the whole encounter, but then I saw him again. The big dick swinging in his pants visible from a good 50 feet away. I was already extremely jealous, but then I saw him get into a brand-new BMW with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in the passenger seat and the second most beautiful in the backseat. This broke me. He was going to have a threesome with two beautiful women, and I was going to jerk off to a 20-year-old syndicated TV show. How could life be so unfair?
When I got home I did my best to forget about him and focus on Xena. My mom was away on a cruise, so I had the whole house to myself. I could jerk off to my heart's content, but no matter what I did, he always intruded on my fantasies. I would try to imagine myself fucking Xena and Gabrielle, but instead, I would imagine that hung bastard fucking me. I mean them! I imagined him fucking Xena, not me! I’m super straight! I would never imagine myself being fucked by a guy. I love the poon, not the penis. Anyway, although I was able to jerk off, instead of feeling relieved and satisfied, I felt ashamed and empty. That jerk ruined my whole weekend.
It was Tuesday when my mom came back from her cruise. She made a comment about all the lotion bottles in the garbage can, but I ignored her. What I did was natural, not unnatural like that jerk’s huge dick! I just couldn’t stop thinking about his huge dick. How did it get so big? How long could he sustain an erection? Were his balls big as well? Did he shoot big loads? What did it taste like? I needed to know.
I spent the next week staking out the pharmacy where I first saw him. I spent most of my days and nights there. My mom was happy at first, because she thought I had finally gotten a job or girlfriend. Her excitement died when I told her that a woman would only slow me down and that work was for suckers. I then asked her for gas money and went back to wait at the pharmacy. It took another couple of days, but he did show up and I was able to follow him back to his home. To this day, I wish I had never gone back to his home. I wish I had just stayed home and jerked off to my VHS tapes of The Adventures of Sinbad.
When I saw his house, I was shocked. Calling it a house is an insult. This man lived in what could only be described as a castle. It must have had at least 10 bedrooms and an Olympic-sized swimming pool in the back. I was shocked and the more I thought about it, the angrier I became. “This rich jerk was living off his parent's money! Living the high life on daddy’s dime. What a jerk! He should work like the rest of us!” Those are the kinds of thoughts that started to swirl around my head. I was angry. I was jealous. Here I was, just a normal man trying to get by, while he was some kind of god living in his castle with his big dick, fucking models every chance he gets. Why should he be so lucky? “I bet his big dick is surgically enhanced. It probably doesn’t even taste good!” I muttered before I went to his front door.
Filled with righteous anger I pounded on his front door.
“uh… can I help you sir?”
“You sure can! You got a big dick and I wanna suck it!”
“… What…?”
“No! That’s not what I meant! You’re tricking me with your big dick voodoo!”
He tried to close the door on me, but I was able to shove half of my body inside the door and instead of seriously injuring me by trying to close the door he let up just enough that I was able to weasel my way into his front door.
“You need to leave. Right now! I don’t know what this is, but you’re not welcome here.” As he said this, he came closer to physically throw me out. I was scared but oddly aroused. I must have been thinking of the supermodels he had been fucking.
Right before he put his hands on me, I fell on the floor and began to cry.
“Why do you have everything? I have nothing! You get to fuck models and live in a mansion. I’m a 45-year-old virgin who has jerked off to every episode of Star Trek! Why?!” I flailed my arms and writhed around on the ground like a toddler having a tantrum. He looked at me even more confused and unsure of what to do, but from that position on the ground, I saw the thing I feared the most, the outline of his big dick. Without even a thought, I threw my mouth around the soft dick that was hiding in his pants and worked it through his pants and undergarments. He looked shocked and shouted at me to stop, but he didn’t do anything physically to stop me. In fact, he dropped his pants giving me full access to his massive member. It was even bigger and more glorious than I had imagined and I sucked it for what seemed like hours until he left a huge load in my mouth. I swallowed it whole.
“Thanks for that, but you need to leave.”
“Oh, you need to clean up before your parents get home?” I asked.
“What are you, an idiot? My parents live in Florida. I bought them a house there. You need to leave because you’re a weirdo. If I ever see you again, I’m going to kick your ass.” I left without saying a word.
I still don’t know how he did it. How did he force me, a totally straight man to suck his dick? I have never been with a woman, but I know that I LOVE the pussy. He must have used some kind of voodoo hypnotism. I hate it when that happens.
Anyway, once that little distraction was out of the way, my life returned to normal. In fact, my mom is taking a weekend trip to Paris and I bought Cleopatra 2525 on streaming. I’m going to the store to get lotion right now.
It started 5 months ago. I was at my local pharmacy picking up about a half dozen bottles of lotion. You see, my mom was going on vacation and just got a new big-screen TV for the TV room. I had also just gotten the complete series box set of Xena: Warrior Princess. I think you know where this is going, but let’s just say I needed that lotion to avoid serious injury. So, I’m at the checkout, when I see him. He had to be at least 6’4” with a physique of a Marvel superhero. As if that wasn’t impressive enough, he was wearing lose fitting pants and you could still see his massive cock swinging like a pendulum through his khakis. I swear during the two minutes that I was in that store with him, a small line of women formed to hit on him. He politely turned them down, picked up a package of magnum condoms, and stood behind me in line.
“Wow, that’s a lot of lotion, Dude. Are you, like, a massage therapist?” He asked.
“Yes.” I lied. “It looks like you’re going to have a nice weekend.” I said glancing at the box of condoms in his hand.
“Nah, Bro. Not with these. They’re too tight.” He said laughing.
“Yeah, I hear you…” I said sheepishly. I paid for my lotion and went back to my car.
I wanted to return home as quickly as possible and forget the whole encounter, but then I saw him again. The big dick swinging in his pants visible from a good 50 feet away. I was already extremely jealous, but then I saw him get into a brand-new BMW with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in the passenger seat and the second most beautiful in the backseat. This broke me. He was going to have a threesome with two beautiful women, and I was going to jerk off to a 20-year-old syndicated TV show. How could life be so unfair?
When I got home I did my best to forget about him and focus on Xena. My mom was away on a cruise, so I had the whole house to myself. I could jerk off to my heart's content, but no matter what I did, he always intruded on my fantasies. I would try to imagine myself fucking Xena and Gabrielle, but instead, I would imagine that hung bastard fucking me. I mean them! I imagined him fucking Xena, not me! I’m super straight! I would never imagine myself being fucked by a guy. I love the poon, not the penis. Anyway, although I was able to jerk off, instead of feeling relieved and satisfied, I felt ashamed and empty. That jerk ruined my whole weekend.
It was Tuesday when my mom came back from her cruise. She made a comment about all the lotion bottles in the garbage can, but I ignored her. What I did was natural, not unnatural like that jerk’s huge dick! I just couldn’t stop thinking about his huge dick. How did it get so big? How long could he sustain an erection? Were his balls big as well? Did he shoot big loads? What did it taste like? I needed to know.
I spent the next week staking out the pharmacy where I first saw him. I spent most of my days and nights there. My mom was happy at first, because she thought I had finally gotten a job or girlfriend. Her excitement died when I told her that a woman would only slow me down and that work was for suckers. I then asked her for gas money and went back to wait at the pharmacy. It took another couple of days, but he did show up and I was able to follow him back to his home. To this day, I wish I had never gone back to his home. I wish I had just stayed home and jerked off to my VHS tapes of The Adventures of Sinbad.
When I saw his house, I was shocked. Calling it a house is an insult. This man lived in what could only be described as a castle. It must have had at least 10 bedrooms and an Olympic-sized swimming pool in the back. I was shocked and the more I thought about it, the angrier I became. “This rich jerk was living off his parent's money! Living the high life on daddy’s dime. What a jerk! He should work like the rest of us!” Those are the kinds of thoughts that started to swirl around my head. I was angry. I was jealous. Here I was, just a normal man trying to get by, while he was some kind of god living in his castle with his big dick, fucking models every chance he gets. Why should he be so lucky? “I bet his big dick is surgically enhanced. It probably doesn’t even taste good!” I muttered before I went to his front door.
Filled with righteous anger I pounded on his front door.
“uh… can I help you sir?”
“You sure can! You got a big dick and I wanna suck it!”
“… What…?”
“No! That’s not what I meant! You’re tricking me with your big dick voodoo!”
He tried to close the door on me, but I was able to shove half of my body inside the door and instead of seriously injuring me by trying to close the door he let up just enough that I was able to weasel my way into his front door.
“You need to leave. Right now! I don’t know what this is, but you’re not welcome here.” As he said this, he came closer to physically throw me out. I was scared but oddly aroused. I must have been thinking of the supermodels he had been fucking.
Right before he put his hands on me, I fell on the floor and began to cry.
“Why do you have everything? I have nothing! You get to fuck models and live in a mansion. I’m a 45-year-old virgin who has jerked off to every episode of Star Trek! Why?!” I flailed my arms and writhed around on the ground like a toddler having a tantrum. He looked at me even more confused and unsure of what to do, but from that position on the ground, I saw the thing I feared the most, the outline of his big dick. Without even a thought, I threw my mouth around the soft dick that was hiding in his pants and worked it through his pants and undergarments. He looked shocked and shouted at me to stop, but he didn’t do anything physically to stop me. In fact, he dropped his pants giving me full access to his massive member. It was even bigger and more glorious than I had imagined and I sucked it for what seemed like hours until he left a huge load in my mouth. I swallowed it whole.
“Thanks for that, but you need to leave.”
“Oh, you need to clean up before your parents get home?” I asked.
“What are you, an idiot? My parents live in Florida. I bought them a house there. You need to leave because you’re a weirdo. If I ever see you again, I’m going to kick your ass.” I left without saying a word.
I still don’t know how he did it. How did he force me, a totally straight man to suck his dick? I have never been with a woman, but I know that I LOVE the pussy. He must have used some kind of voodoo hypnotism. I hate it when that happens.
Anyway, once that little distraction was out of the way, my life returned to normal. In fact, my mom is taking a weekend trip to Paris and I bought Cleopatra 2525 on streaming. I’m going to the store to get lotion right now.
